The Lady Dust Chronicles

Even those who knew her well did not know just who the Lady Dust was. She herself didn't even know her true name. It was years ago when the Lady Dust, who named herself Dedra O'Hare, awoke in a field along side a country cottage. While trying to remember what had caused her to be in this field she realised that she had no recollection of just who she was. Not a name, not a memory was there for her to gain. She looked down at her tattered clothing. She could tell that she was a prominent lady, her torn clothing was once a fine silk emerald gown. She also noticed that there were a few pearls scattered around her. She then looked at her hands, then felt her neck. Not a single piece of jewellery, rare for a women of her assumed class she thought to herself. She then guessed that she had been assaulted, and then robbed.

That was all years ago, and Dedra O'Hare choose a new name for herself and started life over again, only to her it seemed like the very first time. She travelled from town to town in hopes of meeting someone who knew her, but to no avail. And it was because of this that the people called her "Lady Dust." There was no question of her beauty and there was no question of the many suitors that Dedra had on a string. But love was not important to her right now, finding out who she is was the most important thing.

Dedra awoke in a nice feather down bed. She looked to her right and saw that the fireplace still had a few burning coals. She looked to her left and saw a handsome young man laying naked next to her. She smiled as she remembered the wild night she had had. Then she looked at the sun and it was a lot latter then she had first thought. She thought she must go but should she leave without saying goodbye to the gentlemen next to her? What was his name again?