Prologue
258 Words
“Wake up stupid!” I hear my wolf Kira screaming at me as I suddenly wake up to the smell of smoke. Not seeing any fire around me in my bedroom, I scramble out of bed wearing my faded grey shirt and sweatpants. Opening my bedroom door I hear cries for help but where is it coming from? Looking back into my room, dense smoke increases forcing me out into the hallway.
This isn’t the hallway of my house, I thought as I look for an exit. The dense smoke quickly glides under my door towards me. The hallway looks unfamiliar, with wooden framed doors that are lined with thin paper decorated with white and black foxes that slide sideways without a doorknob. I quickly turn to my right running, hoping to get to the staircase that goes downstairs to the kitchen, instead the hallway continues to go on for ages. The dense dark smoke catches up to me as I run. Suddenly, a column of fire circles around a figure in front of me. Being trapped between some dark, ominous smoke and a shadow figure that you can tell controls fire, panic begins to overtake me. The figure reaches out from the fire and grabs my arm. The burning sensation of pain on my arm feels too realistic.
Sweat covers my entire body as I gasp for air waking up from my dream. I can still feel the hand on my arm, burning me. It’s the same dream I have had for 6 years. And counting.
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