This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to real people or events is purely coincidental. The characters and events, as desirable as they may be, are purely constructs of the author’s imagination and have no bearing on any real life the author currently knows.

Foolish?Legend loved this girl the moment he laid eyes on her. She had beautiful eyes, the piercing type that would allow a peek into her soul. He was most attracted to the calm reserve that revealed a passionate storm immediately under the surface. Her radiant, calm smile, alluring body, and unique feeling of attraction made it hard to put her out of his mind. Legend was slightly consumed by what he felt to be the initial spark of love, before ever speaking a word to her. The simple exchange of eye contact created a feeling of desire that went beyond physical. A feeling that transcended spiritual.

Legend always had trouble with dreams. They were rarely pleasant and rarely even memorable. Fleeting thoughts that seemed to be points on the horizon, far out of reach. Little did Legend know this was to all change. The dreams that were once all but nonexistent presences in his mind one night became things of inspiration, passion, introspection, and an almost poisonous encouragement of desire. One dream, one man, one girl, two souls dancing in the shadows of the dream world, facilitated by the creative imagination and what seemed to be a respectful, silent love of Legend – a man of brethren nature.

It was an ordinary evening, following an ordinary day. The sort of typical evening that followed the typical day. Sleep was found as any other night. Dreams however on this evening would not be of the ordinary nature. They would be realistic; almost too real. The sort of real that created a quiet embarrassment when seeing Kahlan for the first time the next day since the dream. His name for once in his life created justice for his actions. Kahlan and Legend were having a fine evening. Laughing, dancing, and adventure were all contained in Legend’s memory for what the couple had done that evening – though the exact events cannot be recalled. He only knew of the idea of these things happening, and the idea of the figure being Kahlan. It had been real, it HAD been real. Kahlan ended up in trouble and somehow lost consciousness. Legend carried her to her home and tried to revive her, with no avail. He tried to go for help and when he came back officials had arrived at Kahlan’s house and Legend knew entry into the home would spell certain capture of Legend. His exposure almost could not be risked however he knew the officials were not there for Kahlan, and had he not entered, it was absolutely definite that she would not receive the help she needed.

Knowing the grave consequences – of which that would, could, potentially put his life in jeopardy – he forged forward with the arm of love and desire pushing him forward. He made it to her, undetected, and she awoke, with the first action she took in her newly conscious state was to make close, direct eye contact with Legend. His right arm was holding her head up as she lay, to allow a more appropriate diagonal angle between their eyes. They were both completely locked and lost in the gaze. It was something only spoken of in legend, and would be thought of as legend for an eternity to come. Their spirit came from their eyes and danced together in the small distance between themselves. It was primal, subconscious, pure, and uncontrollable. They immediately locked arms and their lips and bodies enveloped each other. Their souls mingled together for what was an immeasurable amount of time and it was the purest and realest experience either of them had ever had. He had saved her, and they shared a soul in the night.

He couldn’t shake what had happened to him that evening as he woke. The visions burned into his mind.. the more he thought about the more permanent and real the experience had become. Seeing her the next day was awkward for him, as he feared she would see directly through his eyes had he made eye contact with her in real life. Had she dreamed the same thing? Had they both felt the same anxiety and embarrassment? The best Legend could do was lock eyes with her and find out how long they could maintain eye contact in the time it took to pass by her. It seemed like an eternity. Who was he kidding? It was foolish to believe that it was real, or that it COULD be real. But deep inside, Legend felt the reality of it, and believed Kahlan felt the same reality, in a similar or identical gravity. He had remembered those eyes like he had stared at them for a lifetime. Surely it couldn’t be purely a construct of his imagination and desire.

To be continued?