9th Episode - Halloween “The True Identity” (S1 Ep.9-1)

In my bedroom

Rose: Mom? Charlie?! Is anybody there? - I called but didn’t get an answer.

Thru the door of my bedroom felt a little breeze coming from the hallway. I got up and a little in fear went to lurk. I turned on the light, but nothing, it was just the door down the hall, the one that gives access to the balcony, it was not closed properly.

As I got closer looked outside, the garden was serene in its darkness, illuminated only by the little clarity from the reflection of the moonlight, still, I didn’t notice any unrest in the bushes or any shade that didn't belong to this already. Though I had this feeling, I'm not sure how to explain it, even for me it was difficult to understand... I was like my heart asked me to go down to the garden, there was a frenzy that ran thru my body creating this desire, almost uncontrollable, to go down there, but the reason contained me, maybe it was the idea of emptiness that I saw outside. And I returned to my room.

My desire to see Seth blurred my mind. Imagining him, idealizing his presence, his touch. Why did I feel his absence so much? Since a saw him for the first time, several were the impressions and reactions that I ‘ve been finding out about myself. There were so many emotions that seemed to have awakened and in truth I did not know how to decode most of them. My body was asking for something that my mind refused. Joan probably had a reason when she said that my passion for the supernatural was affecting me. No one is so fast... And why would he be here?!

I leaned back pulling over my sheets, I cleared my mind and just let me fall asleep. But the desire was on me and I couldn't not dream about him. The stranger was to where the dream took me. It seemed like a different era, a paradise, to my eyes. An extensive garden, filled with greenery everywhere, letting stand out beautiful flowers of various colours. The sun's rays kept our bodies hot. The clothes were light and delicate…

Rose: Oh, Mikhael it is wonderful!

Seth: Is the gift of Rebecca for you, my sweet Anastacia!

Rose: Only from Rebecca?

Seth: My contribution was practically non-existent…

Rose: You have a divine gift, certainly, is not at all true. – Said walking while let myself be involved by the splendid environment around me, enjoying each flower with a gentle touch on their fragrant petals.

Seth: You Know Rebecca!

Rose: At lunch, I will thank her gesture…

Seth extended his hand to me and making me give a light swirl uttered...

Seth: Now my gift... And with a touch of magic he made appear a beautiful tiara of flowers.

Rose: Ah, I love it! It's gorgeous, so delicate. - Holding the tiara, Seth put it over my head. – Thank you, my love.

Seth: Happy birthday, my Princess.