You were on big ball, the one you always wish to be at. Everything seems to be perfect: place, music, dresses, servants. It feels like you're back in the medieval era. Everything seems to be perfect, just in place, but then, all of a sudden, your body started to act weird. Too hot or too cold, you couldn't guess it. You were feverish? Breathing start to sound desperate, your fingers clenched on material of your clothes, doesn't want to let it go.

When you feel like you were dying, you could feel the hand on your shoulder and back, gently but firmly pushing you in one place. It was hard to guess what, you didn't even have strength to fight with it. Maybe the Death came itself here to take your soul back?

Unfortunately it wasn't. Cold breeze, firmly hand on your back helping you keep to reality.

"Breath in and out, in and out." You were following these words and after a while you could feel like you are coming back to earth, to your own body. Your shoulders still tensed, lungs keep fighting for some earth, but you catch the rhythm. It was getting better.

"Welcome back to live." a black haired man said to you, still keeping his hand on your back just in case you would fall and hurt yourself even more. His blue eyes looking at you. Not worried, but they were having something in them, some light, which was almost telling that he doesn't have any bad intentions.