When young Amelia Harte starts to get weird dreams and flashbacks, there's only one person who would have answers to her questions: Theresa.
Theresa's someone who always knew what to do and is always correct. So, when Amelia ends up at her door earl...
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Nothing happened if that's what you're wondering. The guy's so closed off and dark that it made me wonder what crawled up his pants. Honestly, while we were getting ready -without looking at each other- I asked him what this place was and where it was located in America. He informed me that it's a kingdom and a king rules in it. And then asked me what America was.
Right now, I'm standing in the middle of the forest, again. Where's my savior, you ask? Well, he left me here, saying that he'd be back soon. That was about half an hour ago. I'm not wearing a watch and my phone doesn't work in this place; it just completely shut down: no lights, no swipes, no nothing. I'm just guessing the time since I normally work extra hours on my project without getting up from my seating position. You get used to it I guess.
I was standing in the middle of spring forest wearing leather. It can't get worse than this. That was when I heard a monstrous roar.
Oh my god, he didn't mention any lions living here...
I turned around, seeing the way that handsome guy led me through.
No, I'd get lost.
But do I stay to watch a lion come by and eat my arms?
What if it's a tiger? I love tigers: when they're in their cages at zoos.
I'm an architect for gods sake, why is this happening to me?!
I planned what I'll do in my head. If I do see a lion, I'd run and climb a tree. Do lions climb trees? Okay, so if that doesn't work, I'll run.
Lions are known for being slower than deers.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm dead today.
My eyes darted across the trees, searching for any type of animals laying on the ground like they show on discovery channels about faunas. My heart starts to beat fast and I could start to feel the sweat rolling down the middle of my stomach. I almost thought that I was safe when I heard another roar.
I turned around but still nothing. Was the lion playing with me?
I sighed before thinking of the gods my foster parents used to believe in. I held up my hands, fingers pointing to the sky, eyes closed and yelled out: why god, why? When I opened them, my hands automatically made their way to the back of my head and my legs started to work before my brain. I ran.
I ran while I screamed.
On top of me was a dragon, hovering over in the sky. It's the one who was roaring.
I'll take the lion anytime now...
"Stop!" A voice made me pause.
I turned back around just as the dragon lowered down in between the trees. It's wasn't as big as the one before. No, that was the size of a soccer field. This was smaller than my room but bigger than Theresa's porch.
