Looking around, I noticed that we were in the same forest Nolan had brought me to last night, but farther away from the stream. The birds twittered, and the leaves rustled in the wind. I was wearing some type of clingy pants, and a tough leather jacket over a soft white tee shirt.
"Nolan?" I called out into the trees, crunching a fern beneath my foot.
"Right here," A voice came from far above my head. Looking up, I saw Nolan perched on the branch of a towering ancient sycamore, leaning against the tree trunk for support. He smirked, before jumping down.
"What..?"
"You wanted to know what we were hiding. So, here you go," He handed me a knife, it's silvery blade gleaming as it caught sunlight on it's smooth surface.
I lifted an eyebrow at him, turning over the knife in my hands. It felt unexpectedly comforting. I lowered myself to the mossy forest floor, crossing my legs. My back pressed against a thick tree trunk, and a branch was poking me, but I ignored it.
"The full story. Now." I lifted my chin defiantly, angling my gaze right into his. "I have time."
He met my stubbornness with his own, his steely will unfaltering.
"I can't. I'm trying to help, actually."
I forced my eyes open, willing myself to sit up.
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خارق للطبيعةPierce Summers is a bit of an outcast. She has so many ideas, but no one seems to understand them. But now she's having strange dreams, and they are seeming more and more real, and more like visions than dreams. When she meets Nolan and Bayla, she b...
