Ash POV

The Blade curled in front of her, twisting and turning in shapes of silver and gold like the floor length gown at her feet, which was tattered and torn with the struggle. It did not matter, for nothing mattered in the light of what she was fighting for.

Faces blurred around her as she moved, almost as though she were dancing, across the hall, her bare feet gliding through the shimmering liquid beneath her toes.

Her body was longer, leaner and ever more beautiful than it had ever been in any human form. The blue of her eyes practically glowed and pulsed with the beat of her strong heart beneath her chest. Her long hair was floating around her, smoother and silkier than possible, not a tangle in sight.

There was no scar, no dent in her body, even though the bodies dropped to her feet around her as they advanced into the invisible arch her sword was making around her limbs, switching from hand to hand so quickly it felt as though it had never left them at all.

Her satisfied laugh filled the large, incredibly breathtaking room, bouncing off of the high ceiling.

She knew her end was near. It was always near, no matter how hard she tried to resist it. But she couldn't wipe the off the grin that plastered itself on her face as the mighty burst of power from her shoulder blades grew and expanded, tendrils blooming from each side like trees blooming and aging in a faster pace than what was right in nature.

The gold expanse filled the room with a gust of air so strong they could uproot a full-grown oak from the ground. It whoosed through the hall, though barely moved anything.

The wings were feather-light, as though they were made from nothing but feathers. But no, these wings were  possibly more beautiful than those made of the colour of the purest white.

They were so large, they folded in half for if they didn't, they would break through the thick stone and glass to ruin the beauty of the place on either side of the wide hall.

The men she was fighting quaked before the shifter who had enough control over both of her entities for only her mighty wings to only bloom from her bodily cage without pain nor effort.

She paid them no heed and instead rested her sword by her hip and strode across the hall towards the gleaming thrones at the front, knowing her fate despite the joy of what was to come.

The golden of her eyes flashed, picking up on details no others are able to enjoy.

Her heart was pounding, though no-one could hear it but her. All they had a glimpse of was her gorgeous, calm and collected features.

She could sense the heat underneath her skin before she could see the cause.

And the cause stood before her now, though he avoided her gaze. She would not let it stay that way.

"This is the way it's meant to be, and they're is no way of stopping it. Your army couldn't, you wasted so many lives here tonight, my love. Why?" Her voice was soft and lilting, not the voice of one who had killed a thousand men to reach one other.

"Look at me, and I may be at peace."

She was desperate now, desperate to be released once more. But she knew it would only be a matter of time before she came back.

He was silent, but she could feel him resisting as his emerald green eyes rose from beneath the spun-gold hair.

The heat underneath her skin now was almost unbearable. But no. It would never be unbearable. Never in millennia.

"Thank you," She whispered, her voice filled with freedom and hope, barely audible, but she knew he could hear it. He always did.

The heat rose from her skin in spirals of orange and blue, encasing her body and burning away the flesh, the outer shell of the beauty underneath. The soul was free now. Not forever, She knew that. She always knew that.

The pillar of fire and light shot straight up, engulfing the palace throne room in flames but never touching the person who wanted to be burned by them the most, to be encased by the same heat that had encased his beloved. It did not fulfill his wish.

He was on his knees, his head in his hands until there was nothing left of his mate but Ash.

I woke, gasping for air and drenched in a cold sweat as the dream faded from my mind. It had been so vivid, and nothing like what she had dreamed before.

The people in her dream seemed so familiar, yet she was sure she had never met them before in her life.

The faces were fading, no matter how hard I tried to grasp onto them to keep them from slipping away. It was no use.

A flash of silver, a flash of gold. That was all I can remember as I roll back over in the pink bed as sleep engulfed me like flames and pulled me deeper I to a immensely deep sleep.

Those eyes...

That was the last thing I thought before I drift away, green layering my eyelids, glowing like emeralds.