Chapter Three: A Strange Encounter

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I laid on my stomach, dumping my face on the soft mattress.

"You shouldn't know what you don't know, and you shouldn't understand what you don't understand," I remembered Len's words from this evening.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!" I screamed while covering my face with a pillow.

"Quiet down, sis, I'm trying to study! BTW, your dinner is on the table!" Shouted Nazarra.

Ah, dinner.. That is exactly what I need to clear my mind off these weird situations. First the dream, then the message Len gave me, I just really need a break. I ate the ramen Nazarra prepared for me while watching my favourite anime, Fairy Tail. Nazarra is always the responsible one in this house. Kind of reminds me of Natsu, tha main character in Fairy Tail. We're both hopeless. We could be twins.

After I cleaned up, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, poured a glass of water and went upstairs to my room. I lied down on my soft, comfortable bed, while listening to VOCALOID songs. My favourite one is Rin. Come to think of it, Rin is Len, sister, which makes me think about his look on his face and his words. Great. I just soothed my head out of that thought, and now, it's coming back again?!?

"Huhh.." I sighed. I'll just watch movies on Netflix then. At the middle of the movie, I was asleep...

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A cloud of darkness surrounded me. It began to rain. I heard voices calling for help. I still stood there, standing still, like a rock. I could see the shadow of a tall man i front of me. This means he is right behind me. Not daring to look behind me, I froze the spot. I can feel his icy fingers touch my shoulder.

"Well, well, if it isn't our beloved Nozomi," he said, slyly.

"Y-you know m-my n-name?" I stammered.

"Of course, after all, you ARE the PRINCESS of this empty, dark, vast land,"

That very sentence froze me to the spot. Me? Princess? As my head was full of questions, a figure ran towards me, and grabbed my wrist.It was a woman, ehich I think looked like a zombie because of wolf bites. Her clothes were white but stained by all the dirt and blood on her body.

"Nozomi, whatever, you do, don't listen to the one in yellow!" She warned.

Suddenly, a pack of wolves grabbed her foot and bit it, HARD, ripping her flesh off. She cried in pain, while the tall man laughed at her.

"Pathetic woman, trying to warn a fragile child to save the world for her," he joked, in an annoying tone.
"Nozomi, take advice from the one who lives in the tree," he said, while laughing, a big hearty laugh.

Than, before I even realise it, I was sinking into quicksand! I cried for help. The tall man stood there, watching me sink, it got to my face, and soon, I was unable to breathe.

"Help! Help!"

"Nozomi, what's the matter?"

I opened my eyes and saw a dim light. I blinked my eyes a few times to get used to it. It was just the sun's ray. I checked the time. 7:30.

"What happened?" Asked Nazarra.
"You were talking in your sleep,"

"Was I? Sorry to wake you up, Nazarra, I was having a bad dream,"

"Nevermind, I always wake up this early," she said, kindly.

I thanked her, and went to the bathroom to get ready. Today, I finally have time to eat breakfast. It feels like years since me and my sister sat down to eat breakfast like this.

"I'm off!" I said to Nazarra.

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"Class, open your textbook to page 367, please,"

I opened my text book to the page my english teacher directed me to. But I still can't concentrate on learning now. My eyes feel heavy because of the dreams and whenever I close my eyes, the woman in white came to mind.

"Nozomi, please read the next sentence,"

"Huh?"

Everyone was staring at me. I felt the awkwardness again. Luckily, there was a sudden knovk at the door. It was the headmistress. I saw her saying something to our English teacher. After they wete done, a man stepped in.

"Class, from today onwards, Mr. Dell will teach you English,"

"I'm glad to be here," he said, then, he shot a piercing look at me.

Something about his voice that sounded familiar....







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