"I think I shall call her Belle."

My mother looked at me and smiled. "What makes you think it is a she?"

I looked at my mother taking in all her beautiful features. "Because she told me that was her name..."

I jolted awake while instantaneously pressing my index finger and my thumb on either side of my face to massage my temples. The headache I was experiencing was fierce and relentless. My seat started to shake and the lights above me were flickering slightly.

'Well, that's not good.'

I turned my head to focus on my surroundings but came face to face with my reflection in the round window. I stared beyond my plain Jane of a face to examine the sky. The clouds were gray and angry-looking; it could've been the nighttime's normal scowl, but the lightning that hissed through the air seconds later confirmed that it was not. My thoughts were interrupted by the popping sounds of the plane's speaker buzzing to life.

"We're going to be landing in New York shortly. There will be mild turbulence ahead; due to the storm, so please ladies and gentlemen buckle your seat belts." The pilot's deep rustic voice was clipped off with a popping sound from the speaker, indicating that he was indeed done with his speech.

'I don't even know why Russell bothers when the only people on the plane were Ms. Seville and myself.'

I continued to stare at the sky ignoring my already buckled seat belt.

'Lightning marred the atmosphere like veins of blue blood that were furiously trying to fuel life into the dead sky.

The neon veins burning with life warred with the morbid night...

Losing.

The sky took all the life the lightning held and drained it like a spider to its prey.

Even when the sky had its fill of the lightning's veins; like a disgusting beast, it roared its victory.

Belching as if its hunger were quenched.

The life continued to wither from this sky.

It seemed the beast could not be sated, and the lightning was just devoured.'

"You look as if you're writing poetry in your head again. What line can you inspire me with now?" Ms. Seville had a small smile on her already tiny lips, I glanced up at her curly brunette hair in her signature messy top knot. Then to her squared glasses that sat slightly lower than normal on her perfectly sculpted olive-toned nose. Her look of sophisticated curiosity never wavered from my face.

"The sky is a lifeless monster who steals the life of the storm." I turned back to my window, ignoring Seville's raised eyebrows.

"Oh, and what makes you say so?" Seville's mocking tone did not go unnoticed. I knew if I turned to meet her blue eyes they would hold criticism as she tried to debate my statement. Unfortunately for her; I wasn't in the mood, I just wanted to recall my dream.

"Hello, is Ambrosia there? Knock-knock." I sighed before turning toward Ms. Seville.

"Why am I changing houses again? Was I not good enough for them?" I recalled my previous home with my previous mother and father who lived in South Africa as doctors. Their names were Mr. James and Mrs. Cleone Horingold, and they were such a lovely pair of intellectuals. We had so much fun together.

I had been fostered with them for 7 years of my life, ever since I was ten years old. They raised me after my foster parents from Alexandria, Moscow, Singapore, and the U.K where I was born had given me up. Today I am adventuring to a whole new part of the world, yet again being passed around like a rare and strategic doll.

'After all, not many foster parents get the honor to say they helped raise a Queen.'

I felt Ms. Seville place a hand on my thigh. "Ambrosia you are a wonderful child don't ever think of yourself as not good enough for anyone... You are a Queen after all." I turned to look into her sympathetic blue orbs and felt the need to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Then why didn't they just adopt me? Why did they let me go?"

Seville's eyebrows crease together as if she just gained a migraine before letting out a slow sigh. "I don't know Ambrosia, but I know the decision they made was not as easy as you make it sound." I frowned unhappily with her answer.

I sat there silently collecting my thoughts and reflecting back to my dream. All I could recall from my mind was the firefly named Belle, and the voice of a woman asking me how I knew it was a girl. I couldn't remember anything before or after that, but I was sure the woman was a mother of mine.

The plane descended from the sky and the popping of my ears began all over again. The storm was above us now, allowing me to look down upon the lights of the city we passed while listening to the rain thump upon the plane in heavy drops. It was like a symphony of sound; a pitter-patter here and a ding and a ting there, but altogether it made a lullaby of rhythms and tunes. The whole experience was making me drowsy as we made our way to the landing site.

I turned to Seville to finally speak. "Wake me up when tomorrow comes."

Seville let out her normal motherly giggle to reassure me. "Sure."

I closed my eyes allowing my darkness to win.

I wasn't asleep for long; my drowsiness told me that, but at the same time I was glad to be on solid ground. I collected myself quickly and scampered off the jet-following Ms. Seville's quick footsteps.

A black car waited for us a few feet away from our parked jet. Ms. Seville waited as the driver made their way to us with an umbrella so we wouldn't get wet from the ongoing downpour.

"Good evening ladies sorry to keep you waiting. The weather isn't inviting at all today in the big city, as you can see." The driver had on a black rain poncho and his face was old and withered, but his fluffy whimsical mustache gave him a character in his old age. Charlie's cheeks were rosy and his eyes were a gentle prehnite.

He made me think of my old grandpapa; he was Egyptian and his name was Moses but he spoiled me like I was his own blood, I missed him terribly when I left his home.

"Hello Charlie, it's good to see you again." Seville gave Charlie a kiss on each cheek to make up for the fact that she couldn't hug him. Charlie smiled a wide cheeky smile before placing the large umbrella above our heads.

"Well, I think it's best we get a move on, lady Vignette's new parents cannot wait to meet her." I felt the corners of my mouth twitch downward, but I quickly forced them up giving Charlie the brightest smile I could manage.

"Yes, please," Seville said while giving me a worried side glance at my forced response, but I pushed her along and in the car.

'I can make it through this day.'

The car ride was long but peaceful. Ms. Seville busied herself with her work while Charlie quietly drove us to my new home. The sky was bright and filled with fresh morning dew on a seemingly nice autumn day for New York state. "Charlie, you wouldn't happen to know just what time it is, Would you?" I asked as I stepped out the car, and after a swift look at his watch, he answered.

"It is exactly 9:15 AM, my lady." Even though he gave me a reassuring smile, I felt the corners of my mouth try to droop down once again. I just barely managed to give Charlie a small smirk in return.

"Are you sure everyone is awake, or even home?"

Charlie barked out a laugh at my question. "Oh, my lady they are home and cannot wait to meet you, but you will be presented to them exactly at noon. Those were the master's orders."

I peered beyond Charlie; taking in my new home, looking to be a decently sized mansion. Like my old homes before it, it was large and reeked of good fortune. The roman inspired home was white and peerless, the lawns were properly tended to and the plants were modernly styled. Overall, it was a beautiful home, so I had to guess my new mother liked order and ethereal things. "Isn't it lovely?" Seville nudged me with her elbow playfully giving me a sideways glance.

To be totally honest, it looked nice but it could never compare to my African wonderland.

'That place was true magic, but now I'll never be able to go back.'

I smiled back at Seville. "It's a dream."