Chapter Sixteen

Fate Speaks

I dreamed of a girl about my age. In my dream I lay wounded, she tended my wound. She read to me in my dream. Motea was there too. I could hear them speaking at times, their words fell across me leaving me without comprehension, only darkness to keep me company.

I felt a hand in mine. Lips touch my hand. I opened my eyes. The girl from my dreams sat beside me. She didn’t notice me watching her at first. She sat there holding my hand as if she knew me. Without thinking I pulled my hand from hers. That startled her. I sat up. Which made my head hurt, forcing me to lay back down. I reached up to feel bandages on my head.

“What happened? Where am I? Who are you?” I questioned her.

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