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Stella's pov

I hear a deep voice saying my name. "Stella." The voice calls out. I look around, I'm not in Greendale. The sky is red and there are torches lit,  allowing my to see around the darkened room. "Stella." The voice calls again.

I whip around to face the doorway where the voice came from. A handsome man with shaggy blonde hair stands leaning against the doorframe looking at me. "Who are you?" I ask the man who looks to be a year or so older than me.

"Caliban." The young man tells me.

" The young man tells me

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My alarm wakes me up. I get that dream often. Always the same room and voice. But this time it had changed. I saw him, and I knew his name. I have looked through the library countless times on reccuring dreams. But nothing ever comes out of it. No answers. Nothing.

As I get ready for the day the dream dances around my mind. An anxious feeling appears in my gut. It tells me something is going to happen today. Weather it'll be good or bad I'm not sure.

"Stella! Time for school!" I hear my Aunt Hilda say as she knocked lightly on my door, interrupting my thoughts.

"I'll be down in a moment." I tell her. I take one more look in the floor length mirror to make sure I look fine. "Well it's as good as it's gonna get." I mutter and head downstairs, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.


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