A/N-This is my first HMC fanfiction. 'Twill be mostly based on the movie moreso that the book because I can't find the book to read anywhere. Read and Review. (Remember, this is merely the prologue, the chapters will be longer).

Disclaimer-I don't own Howl's Moving Castle



They are the mysterious quality of humans that no one can quite understand, maybe perhaps because it pertains to ourselves.

I've wondered for a long time, about dreams. Wondered about what they are and what relevance they have to the humans who have them. In pursuit of an answer to this question that plagues me, I asked the scholars that reside in this court.

"Dreams, milady," they told me, "are a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. They are completely subconscious and more often than not indirectly about various events that occurred to the dreamer during the day."

The scholar's answer. Vague and more often than not don't even answer the question you asked. I thanked them and continued my search.

Somewhere (I forget where, having read too many books on the subject) I read that dreams aren't what scholars call them. They are, in fact, there to help us figure out what, in a state of wakefulness, we cannot.

Ourselves. Who we really are.

When I consulted the court sorcerer, she told me that dreams were, in fact, what I had found them to be for myself and that when it came to the mystique at least, the scholars knew nothing. She enquired as to why I wanted to know but I quickly brushed her off. Because of my position, she had no choice but to concede and back off on the subject.

If dreams are what she said they are and what I found them to be, what I dream is my own. I need to figure out what it means and what it has to do with figuring out who I am.

I'm standing in the middle of a beautiful field of flowers. My body feels as though it was old but the old age had recently fallen away and I was young again.

The wind is blowing on my smooth skin and I'm staring out from the top of a hill. I can sense a very familiar presence behind me and I speak to him.

"It's all so familiar yet I know I've never been here before. I feel so at home."

This place seems less of a dream and more of a memory.

In the few blissful moments between sleep and wakefulness I always wonder who it is I was talking to in that meadow.

But then I wake up and I'm staring at the mesh canopy draped over my bed.

This is why I am so curious about dreams.

My name is Sophie Hatter, I am the intended of Prince Justin and I have had that dream every night for my entire life.

A/N-Yeah...read and review