Strings

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I was standing in a busy street with many people going about their daily lives. It was a perfectly normal scene if not for the strings. These strings were crimson red, and were attached to everyone, tangled in the air they seemed to connect people together.

I could see a couple holding hands and between them, connecting their hands was a crimson string. However despite the large amount of string and its vivid bloody crimson colour, it seemed that no one else could see the strings. Or if they could, then everyone was ignoring them.

Looking down at my own hands, surely enough, there were two strings attached to my arms. Determined to see where they lead, I grabbed hold of one and began to follow it through the dense crowd.

I was so focused on following the strings that I failed to notice how the light was disappearing till darkness completely covered me. The only light was from the strings attached to my arms, which glowed an eerie red light. All the other people and strings had disappeared.

Fear gripped my soul and I began to desperately grab at the string, trying to find the person at the end. I kept pulling and pulling till I reached the end of the line. Only, there wasn't anyone at the end of my strings-only emptiness. I could only think of one reason for it, someone had cut my strings. Suddenly, from out of the darkness I heard a bone chilling laugh which caused me to jump in fear and wake up.

I was on the forest floor, exactly where I had fallen unconscious. I'd had the same dream as before, but why?

Inside my head, my Wolf, Celeste was wailing. No matter how many times I asked, she would not respond to my questions and my heart felt as if a part of it were missing.

Slowly, I got up, and began to slowly make my way back to the Den. With each step I took, I grew faster, and faster till I was only a blur of white. My heart was pounding, and my head ached, and something inside me was telling me that I had to get home as fast as I could.

Fear ran through me, the same fear I had felt in my dream, and I knew that whatever had happened, whatever I was running for, it was already too late.

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