Dark. Extremely dark. I'm cold and wet, its raining. Shivers run down my spine. My senses are tingling, I hear and see better. But mostly I feel. Something is comming. Little crackles are in my hair, as lightning dances through it.
A sudden surge in my senses, Evil itself. Im sitting on the topmost tower as the lookout. My mother is instanly behind me. "I feel it too, darling." her soft voice caressed my poor ears. "Go inside, dont catch a cold." She didnt want me here when the battle started. But it was too late. Shivers eruped not from the rain, but from cold terror that engulfed my entire being. I almost collapsed. My little hands reached out to my mother.
"MOMMY!" I cried. I am much smaller than I remember. I was tumbling head over heels down the wall. It was a dreamy sensation. Im floating. My five year old body did not comprehend what was going on.
I sat up, the falling sensation still holding my stomach to the mattress. I gulped in air. That stupid dream was back again. Always on my birthday
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