Gate To Perpetual Mysteria

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A.N: This is a story I wrote with a couple of my friends and for two of the characters (Lily and Shadow), the people that wrote them don't exactly have the best grammar so I am going to try to make it work as best as I can without changing it completely. Thank you for your understanding! (:

                                                                              ~noturaveragefreak

Lily

     My name is Lily; I'm 14. Wierd things are happening to me. My name is being called by a whispy voice coming from behind and old, wooden, moldy, gate. I hear it in my dreams. It calls to me by name.

     I feel as if I should find the voice. The sound comforts me; it sounds like the voice of angels, or my mother's soundings of singing, as if I know the voice. I wonder if it's my imagination running free as it always does.

     Today, it sounds closer. Today I should find it. Find it I should and stop it. It's weird how only I hear it and nobody  else can. The voice and mine connect as we are one. It's odd.

I am scared, beyond scared. Yet I should be brave. I am worried, as that's the best I can be.

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