Suddenly a white light blinded him. It hurt but the odd thing was he hardly felt threatened. It was a pain that he was pretty sure was because the light was so luminous. His head thudded and his mind seemed to draw a blank. It was as if his mind hurt to think that his mind didnâ€™t want to work. He wasnâ€™t sure what was going on but he  knew whatever it wasâ€¦it wasnâ€™t harming him. Hell he could be going to heavenâ€¦wouldnâ€™t that be ironic.<br/><br/>At last the white light seemed to fade like a black and white movie before his eyes. It seemed he had moved to being on top of a very lavish bed. One that had him severely confused. He wasnâ€™t even sure how he ended up in such a grand place as this. His shirt was even taken off as if something had happened during the blinding white light. His eyes reflexively winced from the thought of the light. It was then that he heard a beautifully haunting sound. That was music being played from a cello or violin, being accompanied by a piano. The music itself seemed to stun him for a moment. He was unsure as to where it was coming from, or why he felt that this place was familiar.<br/><br/>His feet moved before his mind could finally decide to follow the music. It felt as if he was on auto-pilot.  He followed the music as his heart seemed to leap a little. There was something about this place that made him feelâ€¦at utter ease. It was just a little unnerving though the music calmed him. At last he made it to a grand hall. White plush velvet chairs that were empty were facing what seemed to be a stage. It seemed as if every step he took went with the music. His steps echoed in the hall along with the music.<br/><br/>Finally he got close enough that he could just barely make out two figures. One was at a grand piano and another seemed to be sitting in a chair with a cello. He seemed drawn to this figure. Heart and mind seemed to yearn to know who this was. To know who was playing that wonderful haunting music. A melody that would forever be grained in his head.<br/><br/>His eyes seemed to drift to the figure at the piano which was as he got closer male. The man seemed to wink at him and gave him a oddly yet friendly smile. He was a little startled that the man winked at him. Then as if his eyes were like a magnet he snapped back to looking at the figure that was playing the cello. The cello player was women that should he be damned was the most beautiful women he ever saw. She stole his breath way with just a glance. Her flaming auburn hair seemed to fall in thick waves down her back, covering part of her face where a  pair of dazzling jade green eyes peeked out at him. They froze him right in his place. From there he saw her alabaster fingers working some sort of magic across her instrument. Everything about her seemed to shock him more and more. She seemed oddly familiar like a faint memory crossing your mind. He took a deep breath. He was positive he knew her from somewhere. But where would be the question?<br/><br/>He tried to remember how he knew her. It seemed every time he tried it was right there in front of his eyes. Though he could taste it he just couldnâ€™t touch it. A game that he was hardly meant to win. A fleeting memory that he was sure was far forgotten. His mind pleaded to try and remember her. The more her grew closer to her the more his mind seemed to work. Though remembering seemed to be a one time failure for him. However she was definitely familiar to him.<br/><br/>The music seemed to fade and the women bowed to her partner in a beautiful curtsy. Then her partner seemed to fade out of view as if he left the scene to go and fresh up. This left the women, and himself alone in the grand room. It seemed oddly fitting for her, and he wasnâ€™t sure why he thought that. She seemed to descend the steps like a goddess walking towards a man. At last she was standing in front of him. He wasnâ€™t sure what to say or what to do. He stood there and waited silently for her to do something. It was then as if by a fleeting moment that he remembered her.<br/><br/>The lady of the lake. That was a fitting name for this beauty. How could he have forgotten such a being in the world. However strange she may have been or is. The women smiled at him and casually placed her arms around his neck. The hairs on his back seemed to stand up. However he ignored the little sensation as the women spoke.<span style="font-style: italic">"Finally sinking in there my love? You know I keep telling you not to wander the woods at night but you insist upon your nightly hunts"</span><br/><br/>Nightly huntsâ€¦his mind was reeling. He hadnâ€™t ever hunted, and though he really disliked the woodsâ€¦that was the first time he had went into the woods for a long , long time. The last time he was even in the woods was when he was a kid. Ever since his mind seemed to force him to stay away. It was then that she kissed him. His mind seemed to once again wander and in earnest he deepened the kiss with his tongue. Trying to fight the heat that she had given him. He would show her just how good of a kisser he wasâ€¦his mind seemed to go blank again.