I slowly open my eyes. The cold freezes me. It grips and tightens around me like a python. The soldiers lay dead at my feet. Why aren't they moving? Doe time go this slowly. I hear a light voice singing. It's light. It's as sweet as honey.

I see a girl in a white dress singing. I see her black hair blowing in the wind like fresh laundry. Her strands of hair were perfectly long and each one is identical. She wore a white long dress with poofy sleeves. A dress as white as snow and looks like fresh fabric. 

Why does she look so familiar? It's been four hundred years since I was a human. My memory of everyone may be a little foggy. She turns to me. Her eyes were as beautiful as emeralds. Her lips were softer than clouds. She walks forward.

"Oh Limier." She says.

Her voice. I've heard it before. I can't remember it. She walks over to me. A memory flashes in my brain. My eyes widen. Her voice. I've heard it before like that day. The day I first felt it. The day I first felt the fire. She walks forward.

"Amelia." I say.