It always starts the same a dream or memory I not quite sure but it always begins ……Walking, walking through land so green. Pure in its own beauty! Untouched by man’s greed I can tell. It’s strange as it feels so familiar to me, but putting that down to having the same dream almost every night for the past couple of months now i continue on. Feeling the grass between my toes I look down to realise I’m barefoot. Which is nothing unusual for me but what is, is I’m in a white lace dress that is cut low at the front resting on my lower thighs which exposes my legs to the bitter wind as it flies past me heading west. I pivot my body around slightly to look at the back. The back of the dress trails down and pools out on the ground. I notice the lace has crescent moons inside a five pointed star, with a dragon that circles around it. Its wings extended out with its tail in its mouth as if it’s protecting the moon and star. At the points of the star are ancient hieroglyphics. Possibly a forgotten language. Attempting to take note of the emblem so I remember for when I wake up, once I’m confident at procuring the emblem to memory I continue with my investigation of the dress. The sultry v-line exposure swoops down low past my breast bone. Much farther than I am comfortable with revealing as it exposes my long jagged scar in between my breasts. A cold shudder runs its way down my spine due to the exposure of my bare skin. My long white hair that flows in subtle waves down past my waist, its natural shine glistens in the moonlight. My sun kissed skin adds some colour to me, making me look not so sickly or bland. It’s bad enough white or blonde hair doesn’t exist in the lycan kingdoms in over a millennium, not since the knights. They were royal lycans direct descendants of the goddess herself. So as you can imagine my hair made me a constant target for bullies. At my pack and school following me all the way to college until I left for other painful reasons. Picking up a few strands of hair I huff at the horrid memories. I don’t have time to dwell on them though as screams in the distance break me free from my thoughts. Confused as my dream never goes further than investigating my dress. My head shoot’s up abruptly and starts looking at my surroundings. Looking for where the screams could have come from I notice woodlands about 200 yards ahead from where I am standing. “Ahh!!” More screams but this time cries of pain ripe through what was once a peaceful night sky. I start to sprint towards the woods where the screams seem to be coming from. The cries of pain, blood curdling scream grow more intense than before. Pushing myself further than I pushed myself before, I burst through the tree line. Brambles and twigs I feel mare my flesh on my feet. The screams once loud and frantic start to die down but not before I hear there pleads of help. Struggling to make out or sense of the words, I hear.“Our Queen” “we’ve been waiting its time to awaken” “Save us” I start to panic fear creeping it’s way into my bones has me pushing myself even harder. Desperate to get to the source of the sounds, my mind starts racing. Am I too late. I start to shout out myself.“I’m coming, wait! I’ll help you” “please” “Where are you”. Desperation consumes me trying to find the poor souls crying out for help. I look ahead noticing an opening in the tree line. I go to jump through the tree line but ain’t the same moment I twist my ankle buckling in mid air coming to land with a thud on the ground. Catching myself with my hands and knees before my face makes contact with the dirt………..