When I wake up the next morning; It’s dark, foggy. I’m quick to realize I’m not at home. I look around, I can’t see anything more than 5 feet in front of me. And I nearly run into a tree. A tree? I’m in a forest. Somehow. A large, misty, pitch-dark forest. It’s silent. No bird song, no crunching of leaves, no familiar sound of cars driving by. Every few steps I nearly run into a tree, a rock, or a ditch, or a… I gasp as I collide with something solid. Not a rock or a tree. But a person. Their arms wrap around me, and I hear a soft chuckle from them. I pull away and look up into big brown eyes, and a gentle smile. ‘And those damn dimples.’ “Ms. Fletcher?” I say, surprised. She looks down at me, her gaze locking with mine as she takes my hands in her own. “Beware the one with a heart of stone, eyes of glass, dark and alone. The shadows are coming, hidden in plain sight. The ones with gold blood will put up a fight. Shadows will rise; light will fall. The darkness to come will be freedom for all.” Ms. Fletcher’s voice rings out through the silent forest as the world starts to fade and crumble around me. “Wait!” I yell into the void now surrounding me, “What do you mean?!” I bolt upwards in my bed, looking around frantically before cursing under my breath. *** Again, after school, I go to the little creek. But when I get home, I walk quickly to my room, closing the door hard behind me. I rummage through the drawers in my desk, looking for my books so I can study. And old notebook catches my eye. I pick it up and open it, seeing old drawings and photographs scribbled and taped on the pages. Pictures of me with my mom and dad. My dog. My friends. I find a picture from my last birthday before my mom left. I flip the page again, more old drawings, photos, and memories. And just as I flip to the next page, a note falls out.
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