This is an original story that is being written by me and a friend. The updates will be slow but they will happen. A girl slept in a field of dandelions. No one knew how long she lay there before she finally began to stir. As the girl awoke, her thoughts raced after the images that had controlled her dreams as they slowly faded back into the realm of her mysterious reverie. She was suspended in thought, perceiving the light as it filtered through her retinas. A girl with skin pale and fair, and with a face as soft as the day it was crafted; she lay in a bed of flowers, with no desires other than to answer one question; Who was she? WARNING. THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF RAPE AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICSAll Rights Reserved