(A/N): I just wanted to try something... let me know what you think :)

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Candace shivered from the cold breeze. Standing outside the Celesta Church, her knuckles stiffened as her fingers tied the thin blue thread in a knot around the railing at the lookout point. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help it.

She looked down at the pocket watch she had brought with her. It was exactly 11:52, eight minutes before midnight.

She held onto the end of the thread and closed her eyes, ignoring the cold the that pierced through her sweater's fabric. Her hair blew wildly in the wind.

It was a tradition, every year on this very night she came out to the lookout point and tied a knot around the rail. She would then close her eyes and focus all her energy on a single thought, a wish. Each year the wish was exactly the same. At midnight, she would yank on the thread she had tied around the rail. If it didn't break, her wish was suppose to come true.

Every year it broke.

She glanced down at her watch again, 12:00 exactly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pulling on the thread with all her might.

She could feel the threads letting go over each other as it snapped. The disappointment filled her heart as she opened her eyes, staring down at the blue thread in her palm. She glanced to where the knot stayed proudly on the rail, reveling in another victory.

She frowned as she broke the rest of the string off the rail, stuffing the old discarded thread into her pocket. She turned to leave when she dropped the spool of thread she had with her, and watched it roll ahead of her. Her steps quickened as she went after it, and soon found herself on her hands and knees trying to catch it. When she finally caught up to it, she noticed the spool of thread had been conveniently halted by someone's shoe.

She looked up to see a man she had never seen before.

His hair was the color of starlight.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight of the young man standing over her. She was entranced as she stared up into his eyes, oblivious to the concern that filled them. He extended a hand toward her which she graciously took as he helped her rise to her feet.

He had markings under his right eye that she had never seen before. She thought she had known of everyone who lived on the island.

"You should go home..." He said suddenly, "quickly." She was at a loss of words at the sound of his voice, smooth and musical like the breeze that danced around them. She tried desperately to remember hearing about a new person moving into town. Her mind was blank."Now... is not the time... for introductions." It was as if his voice was a whisper that carried into her head.

She found herself nodding at his words when she felt him place her spool of thread into her cold hands. His warm touch a drastic contrast compared to the snow that started to fall around them.

"Will I see you again?" She said as she found her voice, stuttering in the cold. In any normal circumstance she wouldn't have kept her gaze on his for so long, but she couldn't find it in her to look away. He took a few steps closer, and for a moment she thought he would put his arm around her. She felt her heart in her throat as she felt him place a hand on the small of her back, he pushed her in the direction of the town.

"I would hope... that I don't feel the need to intervene again." She took a few steps forward from the quick push he gave her but turned back around before she got very far.

"Could I at least get your name? I'm Candace." She said urgently, suddenly feeling distressed at the thought of leaving him. There was a pull of energy that made her take another step closer to him, she was confused by her movements.

"Candace..." he said her name slowly, as the wind blew her name back into her face. "They say names are very powerful Candace, and that you should be careful as to who you give that power to." Her heart grew bigger every time she heard him say her name. "Be careful Candace... to who you let control you... I'm sorry that I must use your name against you... it unfortunately seems to be the only way tonight. " By this point she felt ecstatic, her insides acting as if they wanted to burst. She was oblivious to anything besides the fact that he had now said her name three times.

She felt an invisible bond forming as she took another step toward him, her thoughts were anything but normal as she acted completely out of character. She opened her arms in hopes to embrace him when something stopped her. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to move toward him desperately, it was as if a wall had surrounded him. She could still visibly see him clear as day but he stayed just out of reach.

His magical voice wrapped around her head in a language she was unfamiliar with. The only words she did recognize was the last three words he let utter from his lips. "... Happy Birthday Candace."

She felt a rush of heat as as her body twisted in ways she didn't know possible. Her vision went black as she felt a rapid wind spin around her. Her fear got the best of her and she let out a scream, but no one could hear her.

When her vision came back everything was still spinning. The ceiling above her bed came to view as the uneasy feeling in her stomach started to rise. She felt sick. She turned over on her side as the contents of her insides were released all over her bedroom floor.

Her thoughts went blank of anything as she felt a dream start to slip away from the backward corners of her mind. It was a dream, wasn't it? She felt a cold sweat start to break over her body as she pulled her sweater off, the blue spool of thread dropping out of her pocket and rolling across the floor.

Her body felt heavy as she fell backwards onto her pillow, eyes closed as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.