Would you believe that I experienced my first - and only - nightmare that night? To be honest, it was more of a bizarre dream, but it traumatized me, considering that I changed, and Dr. Maxwell hated if I changed my looks.

Allow me to explain. In my dream, I was in my bedroom and staring in my mirror. My arms dangled at my sides, and my hair...my hair was as long as Forlot's Princess Repinsal!

If you are convinced that this was bizarre, you would be wrong. What could possibly beat hair that stretched over the window and to the grass, you ask?

How about when your hair color changes?

I was already panicking in my dream. I bit my fingernails, fearing what my "father" would do to me when he saw that my hair was down. He always wanted me to keep every piece of hair in my bun, even when I slept and brushed it. I did not like this rule, but did not want to be punished.

"Daddy is going to kill me," I said. "Would he kill me...literally? I am his daughter, and he truly loves me...right?"

I touched my mirror with a shaking hand and wished that I could vanish into it and never be seen again.

I coughed softly, and my eyes darted to the pair of scissors on my dresser. I got an idea and scooped up the scissors.

"Whoever invented scissors is the smartest person ever," I said. "I will cut my hair and put it back in my usual bun. Daddy will never know the difference."

I lifted my hair and had only cut a very small piece of hair, when the strands next to the cut changed from their chocolate brown and bright yellow. The recent change started out slow, but then escalated and spread to the rest of my hair.

My bottom jaw quivered, and the scissors slipped from my grasp and clattered to the floor. I ran my hands through my hair and picked some of it up from the ground, horrified that I was no longer a brunette.

No longer was I Ada Maxwell, Hugo's daughter.

I pressed my palms to my cheeks. "What have I done? What have I done?!" I threw my hair down. "Daddy always reminds me to cut it in order to keep it nice and short. So...why is it blonde?"

I came up with another idea, scrambled to my bed, grabbed my black jacket that was lying on it, and put it on.

"I need to go into town and visit the shop that dyes hairs. The owner can surely dye my hair brown."

It was the perfect plan, but before I could exit my room, the worst part in my dream happened.

I watched in horror as a shadow who was shaped like a person gripped the sides of the mirror and slowly slid out from the glass. It landed on its shadowy feet and was holding an object in the shape of...

...a gun.

The shadow had no eyes, nose, or mouth, and I grabbed the doorknob and tried pulling my door open. Oddly enough, it was locked.

Unsure of what else to do, I screeched at the shadow.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

It did not speak.

I was growing furious by the second. "Answer me, dang it! What are you doing in my bedroom?!"

The shadow remained silent and put out its shadowy hand, aiming the shadowy gun at me.

I jumped. "Y-you cannot shoot me. Your gun is nothing but a mere shadow. It will not kill me."

It apparently did not care and just wanted to kill me off. It pulled the trigger, and I shielded myself. I was lucky that the shadowy bullet did not pierce my skin.

But it did pierce my left eye.

"Ah!"

I sat up and opened my eyes, finding myself screaming my lungs out. "Dad! Daddy!"

On cue, Dr. Maxwell kicked open my door and dashed to my bed. He sat on it and gently squeezed my arms.

"Ada. Ada! Stop with your screams."

Hearing him and feeling his touches, I stopped and breathed hard, calming myself down. I scrambled out from under my covers and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I am sorry, Daddy! I am sorry!"

He roughly pushed me away from him and narrowed his eyebrows at me. "Why are you sorry? Did you do something that I ordered you not to?"

"My hair...is it blonde?"

"No. It is the way that I made you. Why do you ask?"

I surveyed my bedroom. "Oh my gosh..." I rested on his chest and stomach. "...I had a dream, Daddy."

"You did?"

"Yeah, and it was something else. In the dream, my hair was as long as this home and changed to blonde."

"Hmm...do you know why?"

"Do not have a clue, and that is only half of it. I was shot in my eye."

"Shot in your eye?"

"Yes. In my left eye. By some shadow person."

"Did this shadow come through your mirror?"

"Yes." I squinted at him. "How do you know that?"

"From my research on different species in this town, but that is not our concern. Our main concern is preparing you for school."

"School?"

"We have discussed this, remember? Today is your first day of school, and it is morning, so get up and put your dress on."

Hugo was correct. I had forgotten that I would be going to school!

Dr. Maxwell strolled out of my room and to the kitchen to fix breakfast, and I forced myself from my soft and comfortable bed and got dressed.

As I was doing that, I stared in the mirror. My hair was still brown and in a bun, and my left eye was fine.

"Thank gosh that was just a harmless dream," I said. "I could never imagine my hair being blonde."

Famous last words.