Dream State
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Last published Thu, Oct 28, 2021
"If you can't love me, then I'll love myself until you wish you could."
All my life I've just wanted a family and to achieve my dream of becoming a writer,
But it all just seems like a hopeless family when my mother sells me into trafficking.
Nearly 8 years later, I achieved my dream but I'm still suffering through the aftermath of being a trafficked child: nightmares
They get worse every passing night.
Until one day, I lose consciousness and wake up in a 'dream state'
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"Let's just say your real parents are important around here." She looked away from me and closed her eyes before talking again, "you come from a line of protectors like me. That's why your eyes are extremely light brown and also why you are so gifted. Eye colour is how you know protectors, well besides ability's. I come from the Havethag line of protectors, while you come from the Sodhznam line of protectors. Your line is much more prominent and important than mine,"
"haven't you ever wondered why you are so smart, or maybe why you are so gifted? Or maybe why you are so good with words? Have you ever wondered why on your eighteenth birthday you felt a strong surge of power and almost hurt your friend? We only recently found out, and we need you."
I gasped as I finally understood her words, "my parents aren't my parents. Some dude from the Shazam is my father. And my mother is some mystical magician or something like that. How the hell! Wait are you guys kidnapping me?!" She laughed loudly and looked at me.
"No. Ultimately it's your choice. But I hope you make the right one. Whatever choice you make could either make or break our realm." She sighed after saying this.
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