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It was dark.

Really dark.

Or, maybe it's because it was nighttime and the skies are dark... or the lights were out... 

Still didn't remove the fact that it was dark

She was laying down... is it a bed? Where is she? It somehow felt oddly familiar,

She try to look at her surroundings and wanted to move but... she can't.

She wanted to speak... but she can't... as if something took her voice away and that makes her scared,

Dark purple clouds suddenly formed around her mixed with flashing lightning bolts, she heard someone muttering something... as if he was chanting but she couldn't make up who's doing it or even know who it is,

The thunder went louder and the dark clouds around her grew even thicker and she heard muffled screaming,

She wanted to scream for help herself but then again she can't...

Yet she heard the terror of the muffled screams call her name as it slowly fades away... leaving her alone in the dark, and what it felt like hours, fade and muffled voices starting to ring in her ears, it's overlaying into one another... make it hard to know who the voices are,

''...ke....p..."

"...Uncle...I.. a dream, ...out...meone.... felt...ke I know..er..." 

"....I'm...older..?"

it's getting louder...

"..light....there's always sha...ow"

"...It's something else... it's not just a random tugging...ision...ako.."

"...ake....up.."

"....elp..."

...and louder...

"...help..!"

"...what is this dark...agic?!"

...make them stop...

"..ma.... pa...?"

"...you're not just my conscious...are you?"

"....who....re...you?"

"Wake up."

She gasped, jolting up with wide eyes, sweating and her breathing is heavy and shaky. She looked around... green grass, dirt paths, a small river with a couple of trees, and a few buildings, and the distant voice of birds and children's laughter as they were playing tag was heard... 

She was sitting on the grass with her legs crossed, beneath one of the medium trees that are outside the monastery, with a journal book, and a pen on her lap. She blankly looks down at the already half-written page of the journal below her, thinking what just happened,

'..Did I fall asleep..? What was that all about...?'

She blinks, shaking her head to regain her focus back and read the last paragraph that she had written in the book, "It's break time already and it feels good to have the stupid cast off, yea it's been 2 months but still, it's a good feleing! And now I don't know what els to write here."

So it's break time already... Now that makes sense why the kids are running around the field and why she's sitting on her favorite and comfortable spot, among all the spots and trees around the monastery, for some reason she just liked the spot that she pick.

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