I sit there in the room for a little while. Amata murmurs my name a few times in his sleep, but otherwise, there is no more mention of Silvia, whoever that is.

I suddenly feel cold, like there's a draft. The window is not open, and yet there seems to be a slight breeze in the room. The vents aren't blowing any air, so where is this draft coming from?

I stand up and put my hands out in front of me, feeling around for wind. It doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere specific. I feel puzzled.

I walk around, still feeling for the breeze's source. Nothing. It's everywhere. Then I notice something that almost makes me puke: a pile of flower petals sit on the floor.

As soon as I see them, they rise up into the air and swirl around in a tornado. Please let this be a dream, I pray. I even close my eyes and reopen them, hoping that I will wake up from this. Nothing happens. It's just a dream. It has to be. I try again, but still nothing. Then again, I don't recall ever going to sleep, so how could this be a dream?

A figure appears from the tornado. Mykage. The one who's behind everything. My stomach flips inside out and my heart pounds. This can't be happening.

"At last, we meet in person." His lips never actually move and his voice echoes, like he's in my thoughts.

"W-what do you want?" I stutter.

The corners of his mouth curl upward into a smirk. "So this is Sylvie, the one that Kagura has been searching for. I'm surprised you don't remember a lot from your past life."

My legs feel like water. "Yeah, I know I'm Sylvie. Just, what did you come here for? Haven't you ruined enough already? Leave us alone!"

"Oh, Sylvie. Don't you want to know the whole truth?"

I feel confused. "The whole truth? I thought you told me everything already in that dream I had. What more could I possibly know?" I shouldn't trust him. He's tried to kill Amata. He's caused so many problems, and yet I have a nagging feeling, as if I want to hear everything he has to say.

Mykage moves closer and leans in, so his eyes meet mine. "Oh, young one. The amount of things you don't know about your past could fill a book. Maybe two."

"What are y-you talking about?" My teeth chatter as I speak.

"The Book of Holy Genesis and the Book of Twin Stars? Ever hear of those?"

My eyes widen.

"However, I think it's easier to just show you. After all, books can lie sometimes."

He moves closer to the bed and reaches out with his arm, about to place his fingers on Amata's forehead.

"What are you doing? Leave him alone!" I swipe at his arm, trying to keep him from touching the unconscious Amata, but nothing happens. My own hand passes right through, as if Mykage is a ghost. I try again, but it still doesn't work. "Leave him alone!" All I can think about is what if Mykage tries to kill Amata again? I can't let him do that. "Don't hurt him! You can't do this! You've already tried to kill him!"

"And I failed in doing so," his voice growls. "I can't have him ruining my plans anymore."

"NO!" I scream and swipe again and again.

My efforts to stop him fail. He presses two fingers to Amata's forehead. I can automatically tell he's doing something to him, for the heart monitor beeps faster and I see his face contort, like he's having a bad dream.

"Leave him alone! Help!" I yell, hoping that someone nearby will hear me; but the door is closed, and who knows what Mykage did to prevent anyone from interfering.

Suddenly, without warning, before I can even move, he presses two fingers from his other hand onto my forehead. It's as if the wind has been knocked out of me. The hospital room disappears. Images flash in front of me, making me feel dizzy. They go by so quickly, and yet I can still interpret what is happening in each one, and who is in each one. My mind is flooded with information: A boy named "Apollo" and a girl named "Silvia" meeting; the two fighting; a slightly different version of Commander Fudo; an older version of Aquarion; Shadow Angels; the goodbye kiss between the two separated lovers; the Tree of Life; the Book of Holy Genesis; the Book of Twin Stars. The images seem endless.

I don't know how long I stand there for, but after what seems like quite a long time, I fall down, crashing into the rolling table. It falls onto its side with a thud and I land on my back. The images still seem to be imprinted in my mind. I can't snap back into reality, until finally I'm able to take control, close my eyes, and reopen them so that the hospital room surrounds me once again.

I take a few deep breaths before heaving myself up. Mykage is gone and so are his petals, but Amata isn't in the best condition. His heart is racing and he's convulsing. The monitor beeps like crazy.

"Oh my god! Amata!" Wobbly, I rush over to him. My legs are so weak I almost collapse onto the floor again, but I grab the edge of the bed in an attempt to keep myself from hitting the ground. What do I do? I try pressing my hand to his forehead. I'm not sure what that will do, but I try anyway. He feels hot and his face is flushed. Is this what happened to me while Mykage showed me everything? "Amata!" I'm scared to call for help, because I know the medical staff will get suspicious of what happened, and then it'll be a major ordeal. I try taking his face in my hands and pressing my mouth quickly to his, kissing him desperately. His lips are chapped, but it doesn't matter and it seems to work. The violent convulsions subside and he relaxes, his heart slowly calming down. He breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Thank God!" I sit on the edge of the bed and lean down, pressing my forehead to his. "Oh thank God, Amata." I breathe in his scent while all the images Mykage showed us swirl in my head. I try piecing them together, and it is then that a thought occurs to me: Kagura may be the reincarnation of Apollon, but so is Amata.