There was nothing visible holding me down, but I couldn’t move. I felt my senses pick up as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
“You can’t see me just yet little one, but the time will come.” The voice whispered next to my ear. I wasn’t sure what to think. Was I dreaming?
“No little one, you are not dreaming.” The female voice chuckled, moving away from me, reading my thoughts. There was no way this person was normal on any level.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Who am I?” she questioned. “That's a good question. Some would say that I am the wind, the water, magic perhaps, but truly I am nothing but me.” She replied, her voice moving away from me. “You know, after all these years they still want to defy me, my children I mean. Do they not know what's good for them?” She sighed. I want
