Hi there :) This story just randomly popped into my head lol. But it grew into something intense and interesting.
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'Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.'- Aristotle
I knew it was a dream.
Yet it felt real. Familiar. Like I was reliving a distant memory that was buried deep within me.
Hidden but still there.
I was running. Running away from someone. But not out of fear; I was laughing.
As I ran, I glanced down and held my dress to stop it from floating around me. I was surprised by my imagination. The dress was so old- not in its condition but the style of it. The dress was made of linen and came down to my ankles in folds and was held in place by a red pin on my left shoulder. The dress was gold and the belt on my waist was cream. I then realised that it appeared either Roman or Grecian. Like in the films about gladiators and emperors and battles across the Mediterranean.
I turned around without stopping to see if anyone was there. There was nobody in sight so I playfully grabbed the tree with pale pink flowers and spun around, laughing at something that I still hadn't figured out.
'I told you I'll always find you, Grace,' a deep voice said followed by laughter.
Suddenly the voice appeared in front of me. It was a young man, maybe the age of eighteen. He had stubble on his face and his eyes were dark brown. His hair was dark brown as well and long; it reached the end of his neck and seemed to make him look a little older. His muscles were well formed and he had a long scar on the right side of his face that went from the end of his eyebrow to his sideburn. I recalled something about it being done with a knife by someone. He was handsome but that wasn't what made me stare into his eyes as he smiled warmly at me.
I felt something. A jolt of recognition. A jolt of fear.
He grabbed my hand. 'I have to go soon. I still have training to do. Promise me you'll meet me at the side of the river straight after sunset.'
I felt my head nod in response and I remembered this was just a dream and that I was merely watching from the girls point of view. 'I promise.'
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Tempest
FantasíaIt started with a dream. A dream Grace found all too familiar. Soon she gets strange flashes where she sees people and places she has never seen before. And there's one face she keeps seeing again and again. A young man that seems to be smitten with...
