SAME DREAM BUT DIFFERENT ENDING

ANA'S POV

I was on a seashore alone. I was wondering about with nowhere in particular, it was stranded but the view was so beautiful.

The sea was so calm and the waves were steady. 

“Under her bosom findeth the serenity of the sea. The osmosis of her heart beats for the predilection of your heart. In the deepest of each heartbeat stood the maneuver bombardment of a puree” a voice on my head sang. I looked everywhere to see whether I would find a soul. Where the song was coming from.

My eyes gazed at the structure of a man. I knew from the hair on his head that it was the prince. A smile escaped from my lips. 

I was relieved to find a soul like mine on this deserted island.

I discovered that his eyes were closed. He was nodding his head like someone who was possessed.

A smile escaped from my lip. He looked handsome in the blue tornado he was wearing. His eyes closed as if he was in a magical truce.

I tiptoed toward him, I didn't want him to discover I was on the island with him.

I reached where he was, still, he wasn’t aware. I almost gave up when I couldn't stop laughing.

He was in a hilarious state. I encircled my hands around his eyes.

He touched my hands. “Ana,” he said. What a very intelligent prince, I thought.

He pulled me over to himself. I fell on him.

“Ouch!” I screamed. He yanked me closer to him. 

Being in that state of matter with him. Brings a sensation to me. My libido stood up. My heartbeat. I was sure he was in the same state. 

I could hear his heartbeat and still count how his heart was racing at a slow but steady rate, then it moved higher. He stared into my eyes in a wandering manner.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. I smiled. I was flattered.

“Under her bosom findeth the serenity of the sea. The osmosis of her heart beats for the predisposition of my heart. In the deepest of each heartbeat stood the maneuver bombardment of a puree,” he sang. That was the same song that the voice in my head sang. Was he the one who sang it or I just imagined it in my head.

The windblown wildly, He pulled me closer to himself. Being too close to me brings the sensation that I can’t fathom, the chemistry in my body couldn’t allow me to control myself.

He pulled me closer so that there wasn’t any vacuum between us. We could hear each other's heartbeats.

“You are like the Pearl, you are more like Ebony, I love Ebony but I love you more,” he said. My countenance changed. How can I compare myself with Lucifer, Ebony!. I was angry.

“I am not Ebony, the Ebony you knew can be classified as Lucifer. I am an angel,” I said angrily. I looked toward the sea. It was waving wildly unlike its calmness before I arrived.

I knew that he was staring into my eyes, I ignored him and continued to stare at the beauty of the sea.

Looking at the seawater, it seemed that there was a shiny diamond underneath the water because there was illumination coming out of the water. I lost myself admiring the work of nature.

My eyes glowed. I was lost in the right that I don’t know how the time flew. 

“Ebony!” I heard Lucas saying. It made me conscious of where I was. I touched him. Then I woke up. I could hear Lucas' voice.

“Ebony!” he called again in agony. I hurriedly stood up.

I scanned my environment to discover that I was just dreaming.

Why was Lucas calling Ebony? I hurried out, toward Lucas’s room.

I plopped into Elvis on the way. He was also heading toward Lucas's room.

“Have you heard the prince calling Ebony?” he asked me. I nodded. We hurried into Lucas's room.

Lucas was jerking on the bed like he was in a nightmare. Sweat had formed all over his body. He was sticking wet as if he was just coming from the bathroom.

Elvis moved toward him. He tapped him.

He opened his eyes and calmed down.

“Prince, what is wrong? You are sweating?” Elvis asked.

“So it's just a dream,” Lucas said.

“What is wrong?” Elvis asked, worrying. I just stood by the door watching them. I don’t think that Lucas had seen me.

“I am okay,” Lucas said. Even the blind would know that he wasn’t okay.

“Are you joking prince, you are like a cow ready to be dragged into a slaughterhouse,” I said. He stared at me but hurriedly and lowered his head as if he just saw a ghost.

“I…am…okay,” he stammered.

I wanted to talk but Elvis stopped me.

“Prince, the white house is currently in an attack by the undercover guards,” Elvis said.

“What!” I and Lucas exclaimed in unison. Lucas stood up.

“We need to get back to my mansion to get Ebony's diary and to her house, I just have a dream, in which she was directing me to get more documents from her mansion,” Lucas said.

“Prince, we can’t go out now, it is very dangerous,” Elvis said.

“I can't stink here, not fighting for my course. We have to do what it takes to get those people arrested,” Lucas said.

“Now isn’t the appropriate time to go out. I called the securities. Some of those who were alive had resurfaced. Your mansion is now safe.” Elvis said. Lucas nodded.

“But I can’t stick here, I am the fearful one,” Lucas said.

Elvis wanted to disagree but I beat him to it.

“There are ways we can go about without people recognizing us,” I said with a smile. They both gazed at me with curiosity.

“Like?” Lucas asked, his eyes looking at my feet, unlike when he would stare at my face. I was wondering why.

“I have a plan,” I said

“A plan,” Lucas said.