That name......that name.....how in the name of all that is holy did he know that name? Her vision began to swim and a lightheaded fog began to envelop her senses as she slowly slipped away from consciousness.

Upon the undulating oceans that churn throughout the dream world her mind was free to explore that long ago memory of a time before the brutality, before the pain, before her destiny came to steal her away in the night like a thief. Back to a time of normality, where she was just trying to pass as a poet and when he was the quintessential artists stained by the colorful tools of his trade. They had known a brief night of purity and abandon and in that moment she gently whispered her true name into his sleeping ear. She had never uttered before and vowed to not do so again until they were reunited. She never took into account that their reunion would be the cause of his demise at her once gentle hands. A solitary tear rolled down her scarred and sweaty face....a tear shed for her innocence lost.