I wasn't sure how much more I could handle. What other surprises were going to be thrown in my face? It had been a long two or three weeks. Was that it? Only a few weeks? It felt like more than a few months. The flatness (or, well, as flat as it was ever going to get) of my stomach confirmed it. Damn. Oh well.

We were seated in his living room, where we spent most of our time. Slouching back in the couch and legs on the ottoman (very unlady-like), I crossed my arms. "A'ight, pretty boy. Spill it.
"It's hard to explain," he grumbled, hand on the back of his neck, not looking anywhere in particular. "I've never really told any one about this before, ya know? It's hard. And confusing." Such a staller.
"Well, try me. I can figure things out if you don't think I'll understand. I'm not an idiot." I stared at the side of his head, practically burning a hole in it. "I'm waiting, Aspen."
He let out a breath. "Fine. Okay, it wasn't long after I met you, a couple months tops. I was having weird feelings in my stomach, getting angry all the time, not-awesome thoughts concerning you..."
"It's called puberty, darlin'."
"I'm serious. This wasn't puberty. Not at all close. These thoughts of you...they weren't normal. I not only got flashes of you at that time, when you were almost eleven, but I got flashes of you in middle school and what you look like now, except I didn't know it at the time. Ya gotta admit you looked a lot different back then. On top of that...There were other images. Ones of a woman covered in something that looked like a sheet for a dress. She had long, dark hair which flowed when some imaginary breeze caught it. And those eyes...a brilliant shade of green. They weren't vibrant, but more deep and full of soul...so beautiful...And the way her lips twisted in a teasing smirk." I cleared my throat. "I couldn't figure out why she would look at some kid like me that way. I was only like twelve! Her and I were always in the same place, in the middle of a forest. It looked like an enchanted forest, like something from a fairy tale. Picture the most beautiful scenery you could imagine. Then imagine this little...cottage in the background, covered in vines and wild flowers like it hasn't been taken care of in a while. She would always motion me forward, trying to get me to come with her to the cottage. It was like my feet couldn't move, like they were made of stone. I would try and speech, but no words came. I was basically a statue."
"And? What's this about?" I asked. Anyone could tell I was getting impatient and a bit jealous he had just described this seemingly beautiful woman in detail.
"Please, let me continue," he begged. "I didn't understand what was going on with me. So, for a weekend, I went and stayed with an old family friend. I was close with him growing up back in my "hometown." He was basically the equivalent of what humans call a psychic, but they have much more power. However, we call them seers. There aren't very many of them around, not any more. Most stay hidden from the human population. They stay in my world, hidden there too.
I know I've never told you this before, but I didn't grew up here in the human world. Where I grew up...It practically is the inspiration for most stories today. I'll show you where one day, maybe. About ninety-nine percent of humans don't even know about it let alone how to get there. Very, very few are able to go there.
Anyway, Xander, the seer, allowed me to come visit for a while. I'm not quite sure how he convinced my parents to let me go, but he did. He must of sensed something wrong with me, that's why he asked my parents if I could stay with him for a weekend. I didn't tell a soul. Hell, I didn't even tell him about what was going on. He just knew everything. When I got there, he didn't waste any time. He explained everything.
The woman I was seeing...was you. Not like from the future, but from the past. A past life where our lives first crossed. We weren't the same back then, Haven... You were a lonely, human who somehow managed to get your hands on some magic. You didn't have anyone to turn to, no one to trust. When you got that magic, you just wanted a companion. So you found me and worked your magic. The thing was, why I couldn't move was because I was a statue. You unfroze me. Xander could never figure out where I or you had originated; it was kind of murky, he told me. He couldn't see anything about us before that day. When you made me alive again after freeing me from whatever spell I was under, you had every intention of locking me away and keeping you for yourself. Instead...something happened. You changed. You went from a woman not caring about if she kept me prisoner for the rest of my life to...being a woman with actual feelings. I was weak after I awoke from my statue form. You nursed me back to health and cared for me. Eventually, we fell in love in our own way, in our own time.
We were talking about marriage and children before long. However, it never got to happen. This...clan of sorts came after us; the reasons were unclear to Xander, but he always had thought that you awakening me brought them to us. We were murdered, Haven. We never got to be together. From what Xander understood, from what he could see, we weren't killed humanely. Though he always thought we were some sort of soul mates from the moment we met, but our other lives never crossed, which was unnatural for soul mates. Usually, the soul mates meet again in their next lives, and their next, and so on. As I said, we never crossed again...until this life. That's why I was having those visions of our old lives. I was remembering. You didn't remember because you were human. Being supernatural allowed me to get a few glimpses of the past.
Haven, before I say this, let me warn you. This may come as a bit of an alarm...but Xander told me he thought we crossed now because something has changed and whoever was after us before may or may not be after us again. He was never sure though. He unexpectedly died before he could ever find out, sadly.
I feared someone actually was after us, so I never revealed to you that I was a prince. Revealing to you that I was prince would probably stir up some stuff you won't like..."
I just stared at him silently. That was a lot to take in and a bit confusing. SO much as once.
That last bit he said stuck out though. I don't deal well with things I don't like. Shit gets real.