Chapter 2

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That night I woke up with sweat beading down my body. My dream:

I walked down a sidewalk. Or that's what I thought it was, because it also resembled a road. The town I was in seemed as if it were from a different era. In front of me was a castle. To be honest it looked like a pipe organ. Most of the buildings were made out of a stone or some type of metal. None of it seemed right. It was modern, but old at the same time.

I looked down at myself and I was still in my pajamas. I looked back up and suddenly the streets were crowded with people. My heart started to flutter and I felt sick to my stomach. Before I could even realize what the people were wearing a person tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a man. He had black hair and emerald eyes. The clothing he wore was very odd, along with everyone else there. Is it Halloween or something? I thought.

"I'm Loki." He said to me. I felt like I was going to be sick. What the hell is going on? I thought.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again, but nothing came out. Loki smirked and I began to panic. He was doing something. Was he physically in my dream? Was he purposefully making me see these things? Most importantly, was I dying?

He started to walk away and I tried to follow. My feet wouldn't move. Maybe I was dying and this is my version of a 'happy death'. I felt a tear stream down my face.

What would happen to Lottie? What would my parents think? Well Lottie would be devastated, but I'm not sure with Mom and Dad.

I forced myself to wake up and that was the end.

Author Note: I may write tomorrow but I do have school. And I know this is short but hang in there. Thank you!

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