Famke

The breeze streamed softly through the air again and that pleasant melody created by the leaves of the branches was here again.

I didn't answer the voice because, after everything, I just wanted to enjoy that music in peace.

«Is there an end to this?», thought I, knowing I was at a different place now.

«This dream is playing with me. I wonder, when I actually wake up, will I be normal? If I even wake up.», I couldn't even be angry because I already got used to the thought that I might be elsewhere in a few moments.

I knew that I was lying down on comfortable pillows, and according to my memories, first I passed out in front of the grove, and then I was falling into the beast's mouth. «What is next?».

I was hoping that I just woke up and that my «journey of revelation» was only a part of the dream.

I am horrified by the thought that everything that I have seen were real events.

I didn't want my grandpa to be someone who was hiding the truth from me and raised me with lies, or that he really lived through that horrible attack in Nebbak.

I think that what broke me most of all, was hearing my name from the kitchen and its echoing throughout the whole home. The thought of me being the sister....