Episode 1: I Saw Him in My Dream—And Then He Walked Into My Classroom
They always say we forget our dreams.
But this one wouldn't leave me alone.
I saw him standing in the middle of a battlefield, blood dripping from his hands, sorrow in his golden eyes, and my name breaking from his lips like a prayer. Lyra. It echoed through the flames, through time, through me.
I woke up gasping. My sheets were tangled, my skin was damp, and my heart… it was aching. As if I had lost someone I never met.
I didn't tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway? That I'd been dreaming of the same boy for months? A stranger with a voice I recognized but couldn't place? A man who looked at me as if I meant everything?
I pushed the dream away like I always did and forced myself to get ready for school.
It was just a dream. Just another weird dream.
But everything changed that morning.
"Lyra," my best friend Elise said as we entered the classroom, "you look like you saw a ghost."
"I didn't sleep well," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"Again? That's like… the fifth night this week." She gave me a worried glance. "Maybe you should talk to someone."
I didn't answer. What could I say? That I kept seeing a boy with eyes like the sun and a voice like thunder? That I felt like I knew him?
I took my seat and tried to focus. Just one normal day. That's all I needed.
But then the door opened.
And he walked in.
Tall. Dark-haired. Golden eyes. The boy from my dreams.
I stopped breathing.
The teacher introduced him casually. "Class, this is Kael. He'll be joining us for the rest of the year."
Kael.
My heart skipped.
He scanned the room and then—his eyes landed on me. And for a moment, the world went still.
It wasn't the look of someone seeing a stranger. It was the look of someone finding something precious they thought they had lost.
He smiled, just slightly. Like he already knew me.
I looked away, my pulse out of control.
This wasn't possible.
The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't focus. Couldn't think. I kept feeling his gaze on me. And when I dared to glance his way, he was already looking—like he was waiting.
After class, I rushed down the hallway, trying to escape the heat in my chest, the questions in my mind.
But I didn't make it far.
"Lyra," a voice said behind me. Deep. Familiar.
I froze.
He knew my name.
I turned slowly.
Kael was standing there, just a few feet away. He looked exactly like in my dreams. But more real. More... heartbreaking.
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked gently.
My mouth was dry. "I've never met you before."
"That's not true."
"I—I think you've mistaken me for someone else."
"No," he said. "I could never forget you. Not even after a thousand years."
I should've run.
I should've laughed it off, called him crazy.
But instead, I asked: "Who are you?"
His eyes softened, and for a moment, he looked impossibly sad.
"I'm someone who failed you," he whispered. "Someone who made a promise, and couldn't keep it. Someone who died with your name on his lips."
My hands were trembling. My heart didn't understand what was real anymore.
"I don't know you," I said. "But… I've seen you. In my dreams."
He stepped closer.
"That's because your soul remembers."
That night, I didn't sleep.
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Kael. His voice. His eyes. The way he looked at me—as if we had lived a thousand lifetimes together.
And the strangest part?
A part of me believed him.
Deep inside, something had awakened. A memory without shape. A feeling without explanation.
What if I wasn't crazy?
What if this wasn't just a dream?
What if love really could last beyond death?
[To Be Continued…]