Dunes of grey sand stretched as far as the eye could see. She tentatively made her feet move, the train of her dress dragging behind her. She didn't know how long she walked until the dunes and planes of sand morphed into ruins like those that War left in its wake. Walls were broken and pillars were collapsed while a watchtower stood like a spear pointed to the sky. She passed through them, approaching the tower. Then she saw a man, standing in the middle of what in the real world might have been Grosvenor Square with his back to her.

When he turned however, the air left her lungs. He was beautiful. His features looked ageless as though they had been sculpted to stay the same forever, the epitome of beauty and balance. And while his hair was white, he most definitely didn't look old. His eyes looked like grey steel, the pupils dilating and his gaze hardening at the sight of her.

A faint smile curved his lips as he gazed at the girl. But it was not a friendly smile. No, this smile seemed smug and almost triumphant. Well, hello He said. Something about him made her nervous. The man moved forward slowly as she stepped back Isn't this a pleasant surprise?

Who are you? She asked, narrowing her eyes

Don't you know who I am? He continued advancing slowly, his lips curling into a pout. Really? I know who you are.