“Rosalie…” the voice called out on the wind.
I look around me, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone playing a prank on me. But there was no one. I listened to the sound of the forest, not even the shuffling of a fox on the path, or an owl swopping through the trees could be heard. Not the subtle pounding of a heartbeat or even the level breathing of another living creature. I was alone, of that I was sure.
Yet the voice was real. As real as if the person were stood in front of me right now. The voice was distinctly feminine, mothering even. It washed through me making me feel completely at ease. There was a part of me telling me that I could trust this voice, that it meant me no harm.
“Your future awaits you Rosalie.” The voice calls to me again. I take a tentative step forwar
