"Here you are girls." Their grandfather said, handing the teenagers both a silver pail. "Pick the blueberries in the pasture."

"Yes grandfather." Persephany replied as she followed by Seraphina. They both walked out onto the plantation's green grass. The sunlight plastered their long hair onto their sweaty skin. Its rays beat down on their uncovered shoulders. In the distance, the plows of the colored people beat and turned the green earth repeatedly. The girls broke into a sudden sprint, laughing hysterically as they raced through the tall grass.

Finally, all tired and worn out, they collapsed by the shrub full of blueberries.

"I won that time!" Seraphina proclaimed.

"I don't think so!" Persephany argued. "Well-" Seraphina began, but then stood up suddenly. "shhhhh!" she said.

"What is it?" Persephany wondered, rising to join her cousin.

"It's the postman!" She replied happily.

A young man came riding up the dirt road on a black stallion with a letter in his hands. He slowed to a stop, handed it to the girls, and with a tip of his hat, started to trot away.

"Good day, ladies!" his voice echoed as he rode. They waved their good bye's and then looked down at the mail in Pesephany's hands.

"It's just another tax for grandfather to pay." She announced. But, just as she said this, something felt loose in her hands. There was a letter under it. She examined the front.

"It's an invitation!" Seraphina squealed with delight.

"But to what, I wonder." Persephany turned it over in her hands.

"Open it!"

Persephany broke the seal carefully and opened the paper up to see that the invitation was from Darion. Seraphina frowned. "It's just another one of Darion's dinner parties."

Persephany sighed. "Indeed. Oh well. Let's get these berries and go back inside."

* * *

There he was, the handsome prince-like boy watching her again. She could feel his eyes noting her every move as she walked through the crowd of people. He was a boy she had never seen before with piercing ice-blue eyes that were bluer than the ocean itself, and soft, ivory looking skin. She stopped and, from a distance, traced along the redness of his mouth all the way up to his long, golden locks. He grinned at her and immediately she fell to her feet; an eerie blackness clouding her sight.

When this world of black reopened again she saw this beautiful creature, lying in a bed of silk. But he wasn't alone, he was with Seraphina and they were both calling her to come to them. Slowly she walked towards the bed but suddenly stopped when she noticed something was different about Seraphina and this mystery man.

She saw that their faces were grotesquely misshapen into some horrible monster and their teeth drooled with blood that started to drip down their chins. Seraphina and the boy started pointing and laughing evily at her. She spun around to the mirror to see herself as disfigured as they were. She screamed so loud that the mirror shattered.

* * *

Persephany awoke in the middle of the night, sweat dripping down her forehead. She got up and tiptoed down the long corridor to Seraphina's bedroom. She hesitantly snuck into the dark room up to Seraphina's bed.

"Persephany? Is that you?" Said a sleepy voice.

"Yeah, I had another dream." She told her.

Seraphina lit an oil lamp that brightened the room as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Was it bad?"

"I'm not sure," Persephany sighed, sitting down on Seraphina's bed.

"Oh, then why did you wake me up?"

"Just to make sure you were okay. I didn't mean to wake you." Persephany explained. Seraphina realized what was going on.

" …Was that dream about me?" Her heart thudded. Persephany looked down.

"Yes. I think something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what."