Chapter One

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Her eyes fluttered open. She heard the lovely sound of an instrument filling her ears quietly, painting a big smile right across her face. She got out of her bed and strolled over to the window. Looking out, she couldn't identify the source of the music, but for some reason, something had drawn to it; she got dressed and crept through the rows of young girls.

"Alec, I suggest you get back into bed." The sudden appearance of Miss Harrison's voice startled Alec. "A girl such as yourself shouldn't be up this late, and you don't want the Matron to hear you. She's been having trouble sleeping lately."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help but wonder from where the music was coming. Isn't it beautiful?" Alec asked.

"I didn't hear it, but I bet it was," Miss Harrison replied. Alec was about to open her mouth to say something, but she kept quiet. Alec didn't want Miss Harrison to think she was going mental because She could still hear music that Miss Harrison could not. Alec put it off, assuming it was probably just a tune lingering in her head from another time.

"Well, goodnight Miss Harrison and thank you for the warning." Alec smiled, nodding her head.

"Goodnight Alec." Miss Harrison smiled back, then walked out of the room and closed the double doors behind her. Instead of getting back into her bed, Alec went and sat on the windowsill. She stayed there waiting for the music to fade away. She observed the area for the person playing it, but the only thing That she noticed was the music growing slightly louder.

Alec began slowly drifting back to sleep in disappointment that she didn't find for what she was searching. She looked outside once more as her eyes closed. Realization hit her as she quickly looked back out the window to see a man covered in a hooded cloak and at his lips was a pan flute. Alec kept her eyes on him as he paused to glance up at her, sending a shiver down her spine. All of a sudden the music stopped. He reached his arm in front of him, waving his hand as a signal to her to come down. For some reason, Alec felt impelled to do so, but she knew that she should never trust a random fellow on the streets.

As Alec was debating with herself, her arms opened the window involuntary. Hesitantly, she started to crawl out onto the ledge. One step, two steps, three steps closer to the edge until she began falling. Her eyes immediately shut. She forced them closed so tightly; her eyes could have sunken deeper into her skull. Alec thought she was going to hit the ground until she noticed that she was long from it.

Alec was dropped in the sand carelessly by a shadow. Her emotions were all jumbled in her mess of a brain. She had far too many unanswered questions at this point: Who was that person on the street, Why did I hear the music even though Miss Harrison didn't, How did I fall, What the hell just happened ‽. Pushing her questions to the back of her head, Alec instead stood up to explore her surroundings. The place she was in resembled a beach she used to visit. The light of the moon was glimmering across the soothing water. Nobody was around, so besides the waves, all she heard was silence. Behind her was a thick forest with towering trees. She turned to look at the ocean again. It soothed her to know that she was all alone for once. No other children. No matron to breath down her back.

"Hello there," someone said behind Alec. She fell to the ground, surprised. "Don't hurt yourself, darling. It's just me."

"Oh, you startled me. I thought I was alone," Alec stated turning around out of breath to face a tall man. He looked quite familiar to Alec, but there was nowhere that she could have seen him before.

"Don't we all." He said, stepping closer to Alec.

"I don't even know how I got here." Alec hesitated as she spoke. She slowly started to realize that the man was most likely the one who had brought her there. She started to question him, something most normal kids would have known to do right away. "If you could just point me in the direction of Bangor I would appreciate it."

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