There were seven of them, walking.

They were walking on the water, but none of them felt that there was something strange and unnatural about this fact.

They walked to the center of the lake, but they did not notice each other. Gradually, though, their faces turned to look at the one next to them.

The magical girl looked at the boy with the cat eyes. The boy with the bloody wings looked at the boy with the silver eyes and the wicked knives. The girl with the mixed blood looked at the strange boy creature, who looked at the vampire prince.

And the little girl looked at all of them.

She knew, and she was the only one who did.

She knew just how entwined they all were, their lives flooding into each other, tangling up between them. She knew, but she said nothing, because this was a dream, and this was not the sort of dream that they would remember upon waking.

The stood still, and then they reached out to the one they had their separate gazes on, and they clutched each other, tightly.

And then, finally, the water gave way under them, and they fell.

But they fell together.

~reapersaretheangels