Chapter 8: the dream

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After half an hour of being on his back while he walks I drift into a peaceful sleep, which I haven't had in a while.

I was with my mom and dad. They looked younger than I remember. I was giggling and sitting on a swing while they both pushed me. I was around 6 or 7. My hair was really short and pushed back by a spotted hair band. My rainbow eye was sparkling and I continue giggling. I missed those days.

I see a little boy running towards me smiling and my parents stop my swing. I hop off and run to him, hugging him while giggling.

"Katie!!!" His small voice squeaks as he pulls back.

"Jake!!" I squeak back. That must have been the small boys nickname.

He runs his small hand through his short black hair, his Chrystal green eyes sparkling with excitement and youth.

"I found a magic place! You have to see it!" He grabs my hand and pulls me into the woods after my mom and dad say I can go.

After a few minutes of him pulling me he let's go and crawls through a opening in a big bush. When we get to the other side I gasp at the beautiful sight.

There were butterfly's of all sorts of colors flying around and red birds singing in the trees. The trees were all really tall but there was an old treehouse connecting a bunch of them. There were tire-swings and flowers growing out of the inside of some of them. There was a creek that circled the tree housed trees and part of it was right in front of us. Thee was a tire-swing hanging on a branch near my head.

I hop and grab it and me and jake both climb in. We run and lift our feet up, giggling uncontrollably before hopping off at the other side.

"Do you think we can live here jake? Just the two of us?" He giggles and I tilt my head slightly. I meant it seriously.

"If that's what you want, then it shall be."

I pout. "Stop saying confusing things jake. You know I don't get it"

"Of course not. Your as smart as a butterfly" I pout more and shove him before giggling and climbing up a ladder into one of the parts of the giant treehouse

He follows and when we get to the top he tickles me until I fall and he pins me to the wood

"Weak too" he grins playfully and I wriggle under him before relaxing and giving up

He gets off me and helps me up.

We play there until sunset and I lay my head in his lap, holding his hand with one of mine

I wake up with a shake and I was no longer dreaming. I was on a black wolfs back. Jacobs back

"Wakey Wakey. We're here" I climb off and he turns back to human. I rub my eyes and my eyes widen at the sight of where we are

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