Nineteen-year-old Thea Ashton was a presumably ordinary girl, with presumably ordinary parents. But that all changes when on a walk home from work she is kidnapped and taken to Mythadonea. A land of myth and magic, a land that only creatures of myth...
"They say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true." - Sleeping Beauty
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Chapter one (Thea)
You ever had a dream you swear was so real you were actually living it? I have. A recurring dream actually, one I've had more than a dozen times over the past few weeks.
I'm flying, a dream that every little kid has, but I have wings. Beautiful huge black wings that seem to almost glitter in the sun. I'm flying and I feel the wind blowing through my hair and ruffling each of my feathers. I feel the heat of the sun on my skin and smell the air so fresh it's like I'm breathing for the first time, but then I'm falling. I'm falling and I'm falling and I'm falling and I can't stop, and then I wake. And even as I wake with a scream I can still feel the sun and wind on my face and I can still smell the air, but I don't have wings and I am not flying.
I'd had one of those to real dreams this very morning and was still thinking about it when my friend, Alice started clicking her fingers in front of my face.
"Earth to Thea," she says adding a click to each word. "Your shift is over."
I blinked a few times before mumbling. "It is?"
She lifted one eyebrow, something I'd always been a little jealous about. "Yeah, it's been over for like five minutes. I called you a minute or two ago, but you were so zoned out you didn't hear."
"Oh, sorry," I say as I begin to untie my waitress apron.
"Were you thinking about the dreams again?" She asks as I hand her the apron.
"Yeah. I had another this morning."
Hinging the coffee-stained apron up on the hook she turns to me with her hand placed firmly on her hip. "Well, I already told you what it means." She says in an exasperated tone.
I roll my eyes at that. Alice's gran is a seer. You know, one of those people who wear a funny headdress, wiggle their fingers going ooooh and look into a crystal ball claiming to know your future. Well, Alice seems to believe that she shares that gift and can tell a person their future based on their dreams.
I, on the other hand, don't believe in superstitious crap like that. I live in the real world, where life is hard and people don't believe a crystal ball and some special effects can tell you your fate or even what you'll be eating for breakfast the next morning. I already knew the answer to that question.
"Alice, anyone can tell me that my dream means I'll succeed to great heights only to fail and fall in the end. It doesn't mean it's true. It could just be a dream."
Tossing on my signature black leather jacket and purple Bluetooth headphones I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door, Alice in tow.
"But it's a recurring dream," she says as if this is supposed to mean something to me. "My gran always says that if you dream something twice it's sure to come true and you've dreamed it at least a dozen times."
