Before Caramandia could return with the lion, Lightheart's eyelids fluttered closed and she fell into a deep sleep. Her dreams seemed to have no shape, or follow a central trail of thought. There was Caramandia, the lion, herself, and another female Lightheart couldn't recognize. She stood tall and proud. A beautiful tattoo stretched from the edge of her left collarbone to her right shoulder blade, depicting a harmonious mixture of fire and water. Her eyes were a kindly brown and her hair was made of sunlight. The woman said something, but Lightheart couldn't hear what she had said. Then the woman turned and left.<br/>"Wait!" she cried out. "Wait!"