Chapter 11- A Different Kind of Future

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<Jilly's POV>
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Before I could even speak again my shoulders tensed up and everything went dark. I screamed out in confusion as I was attacked by a radient light source as well as the vivid and strong scent of wildflowers with a tinge salty water. The stream that continued to weave through the uncut green and golden hills had been endlessly rushing throughout the meadow I was now in. Laced throughout the river were calico colored fish and black moras both being extremely invasive species in our country. To the sides of us there were a variety of sizes of spruce trees each one crawling with life. Vines stretched up each and every single tree including the few cherry blossoms that grew in patches around the meadow, all fairly small. The scenery overall was beyond words could describe, it was like a scene from a movie or something you could only see in a painting.. It felt so unrealistic yet so real at the same time. I looked over my shoulder to see Rachi turning around, her hair flowing in the wind as her unique violet eyes glistened in the sunlight. Each speck and color of detail was so clear in the moment. As I looked down I noticed I was wearing Rachis sweater and she was weaeing my frilly pink tank top that was usually under my deep purple sweater. As she turned around it felt like everything was far more alive, it felt like all of the sounds went quiet as it became warmer and brighter, her body positioned directly in front of the sun, violet flower petals flowing through the wind and all around her, multiple landing upon her. When our eyes finally locked she blew a kiss and walked away, sending a small wave toward my way. This caused an obvious blush that began to gradually spread acrost my cheeks. To the left of me I saw Adda and Nora slowly walking toward me, their hands intertwined, their eyes fixated on eachothers, lost in their own moment. To the right of me was a small child with quite short light black choppy hair and creamy cocoa colored skin. They wore a forest green long sleeved shirt with emerald green polka-dots. On their legs they had skin tight umber brown shorts with light grey and mint green striped leggings that went all the way down to their feet. The child was bent over next to the stream and/or river and they seemed to be picking some sort of lightly colored flower, presumably the same type that I saw in the wind earlier. When I turned back over to see Nora and Adda, Adda wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, Nora humming and looking around in slight awe, almost as if she'd been there before but was still amazed at nature's true jewels despite the hundreds of visits. As Adda kept me locked into his bear hug I moved to rest my head on his shoulder but felt as if I couldn't move or do anything. While I was in complete confusion a smile was plastered onto my face and my voice rang through the meadow. Words that I hadn't spoken.. It was like one of those out-of-body expiriences, I could see, feel, and experience everything that was going on around me and yet I was still unable to actually do anything. Adda let go and firmly shook my hand then pat my back in a brotherly way, almost as if he had known me for years upon years. Despite only meeting him recently I felt this sudden comfort and protection from him. I turned to the left to see the small child holding up a bouquet of varying shades of grey and purples, holding the flowers up directly in front of their face, holding them towards...me. An extreme and overwhelming happiness flowed through my whole body as I kneeled onto my left knee and hug the child tightly in my arms, tears of joy flowing down my face. They pulled my hair out of it's ponytail and began braiding some of the purple flowers into various sections of my light green and wavy hair, a genuine smile on the girl- no .. boy, on the boy's face as their bangs hid their eyes.. I couldn't actually tell which gender this child was.. Not that it really mattered.

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