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I'm in a dark hallway. It's narrow with a low ceiling, and has a strange damp smell. The only light is coming from a single window at the end of it. Footsteps echo further down the hallway, sending a shiver up my spine with each thud. Suddenly, I hear a voice as cold as ice. "Scarlett, Scarlett" it whispers. "Who are you?" I ask the voice. "Let us protect you master", the voice slithers around me. "No!" I scream out, closing my eyes and clutching my head in fear. "Leave me alone!" I cry. Almost as quickly as it came, the voice disappears, leaving only an eerie silence behind. I open my eyes and look around, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then, as if he'd been hiding in the shadows, a man appears. He's tall and has dark hair, his face is mostly hidden by the shadows, but I can tell it is cruel. He wears a tailored black suit, with polished black shoes. Everything about him screams danger. And the creepiest part, he seems familiar. "Look into your past, and you will find what has been lost!" he bellows. I gulp and he takes two steps towards me, his polished shoes making little clip-clap sounds on the floorboards. I try to take two steps back but find my feet glued to the floor. Suddenly he leaps at me, hands outstretched, his fingers only inches from my neck.

I jolt awake so suddenly, I almost fall off my bed. Sweat trickles down my neck and back, making my T-shirt stick to me. I take slow deep breaths, as I try to calm down. "It was only a dream" I say to myself "Just a dream". I sit there taking deep breaths for a few more minutes, wondering where that strange dream had come from and what it had meant. When I calm down enough to breathe properly, I get out of my bed, and make my way towards my window. Grey rain patters on the window, distorting the buildings outside. Great another grey morning in Glasgow. I check my phone to see what the time is, its 5:45am. The first thing on my mind is that there goes my Saturday sleep-in. I contemplate going back to sleep but think better of it. I'm not really sure sleeping's such a good idea after a dream like that, especially one so vivid and unsettling. Why did I dream about a frightening yet familiar man dressed all in black? And who, or what, was that voice that had wanted to protect its master? You're probably overthinking it, I tell myself, but I can't help feeling that the dream means something to me and maybe someone from my past. Who that person is I'm not quite sure, but I plan on finding out.

I go to the kitchen and make some breakfast, my mum comes into the kitchen soon after. We sit quietly for a while, eating our food in peace, until I finally break the silence. "Do you have anything to do today that you need help with?" she smiles at me while I say this, and then replies "No, thank you Scarlett". "Ok" I say "I'll just go to the library, and do some research for an assignment". She nods once, and then turns back to her food. As I walk to my room, I feel slightly guilty for lying to her. The guilt is still with me when I get dressed to go to the library. This is because even though I was going to the library, to do research, it wasn't for an assignment at school. It was so I could look into my past.

I searched through old reports and newspapers on the libraries computers, for almost half an hour. I finally found something that I hadn't seen before. On the front page of a newspaper, was a story on a town, about something or another. But that wasn't what caught my attention, the town's name was. The town was called "Old Town" and the name was so familiar I, felt I would pass out. I felt a tugging at the back of my mind, as if it were asking my memories to unveil themselves. And they almost did, I almost had the memories that I didn't realize were missing, back. That was before a hand, holding a piece of weird smelling cloth, covered my mouth and the world did a 32 fouettés en tournant, as I fell to the ground.

When I woke up I was in a room. It had no windows and just one door. It was like a cell, except nicer. The door was made of mahogany, and had little swirls of gold along the frame. The bedspread was rich velvet, so soft it was like a soft cloud. It was a deep purple and had detailed flowers all over it. I was enjoying the sight and feel of the room, when the door creaked open. A boy, with sandy blond hair, popped his head in. "Hey", the boy said, "I'm Bod". A jumble of memories rushed through my mind. There were so many of them, that I could barely focus. One in particular jumped out at me. It was a memory of a young boy with sandy blond hair, walking through a graveyard. "Bod" I breathed. "Scarlett, I'm here to help you get your memories back" Bod said, "We've got a
long journey ahead of us".