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"Sara, this is your mother calling for the fourth time today, when you have a minute from doing god knows what, please give me a call, thank you, your mother." the answer machine beeped to end the message, then another beep as I deleted it, I love my mother but we don't believe in the something, why does she have to call me every day, what on earth does she want to talk about? Doesn't she have anything better to do? It always ends up the same two ways fighting or silence. I was thinking to myself when the phone rang again, sure enough it was my mother, “Hello mom, how are you,"       "Yes everything is just fine,    no mom i haven't missed any classes and before you ask I'm still going to be a mythology major, or if you want I can put it Culture and belief study for you mom."         "No mom I'm sorry I don't want to fight either but we always do this mom please,"            "mom I know you don't understand any of this and you won’t try either, it is always been your way or no way, but that is not me, mom. When will you see that I' am my own person that I have my own beliefs."      "Mom I have to go, I need to finish studying, I have a huge test tomorrow and I need to get to bed as well."   "Bye."

 

Sigh, I take a deep breath and let the words of my mother out of my head, I need to focus on my studies. As I pick up the book that was open on the coffee table, that was open to Olympian Gods of ancient Greek, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. No not again, I wonder what frat boy accidentally fell into a drunken sleep in my bedroom. I hate having a door that leads can open to the hallway in my bedroom; I don't know what the university was thinking about when I design these dorms. Another bang noise came from the room. "Hello, I think you got the wrong dorm room." I yelled out as I was getting up from the crouch and walking toward the bedroom. "Hello" I yelled out again. When I open the door, I didn't see anything see anything and no drunken frat boy anywhere to be seen. Maybe I'm losing my mind. What is how did my copy of Bara bones end up on the floor, this was a great book, I like the Kathy Reich's books always keeps me on my toes. As I walk toward the book to pick it up, the door slam shut behind me.

 

When I woke up in a dizzy haze, I found myself outside lying on the ground watching the snowflakes land on and around me; I realized that the ground was cover in it. Since when did it snow in Houston Texas in the very hot august? Standing up didn't seem to help my dizziness’s. Brushing snow off my clothes and hair, I look myself over and noticed that I wasn't feel just right, I wasn't sure if it was because I was dizzy or if it could have been drugs, the last thing I remember was someone in my room and a very sharp pain in my neck, so going to kill a frat boy when I get back. When I started to walk I realized that I’m was in a small clearing surrounded with big huge trees, if I could guess and I didn't want to I was in a forest. On the bright side least the sun was out and I had light, wonder what time it is and how much time I had left. Walked to the edge of the line where the trees started and the trees are as tall as office building in New York, I look past the trees in to the forest and then look back.

I walk back to where I was and found a thick tree brunch that has fallen under snow, I brushed the snow off and sat, like my mom has always said if you are lost stay where you were and someone will fine you. Plus I didn't know where I was, and which way to go, and better yet how I was going to get out of the snowy weather for the night.

"Don't worry so much young Sara, and sit down before you give yourself a headache." the voice was so musical but I also very unfamiliar to me.  "Who is there, Hello" I said back. Starting to think that I'm really losing it because here we go again but hopeful this time I will end up back in my dorm room. "My name is Winnie and I'm here to help you." the voice belong to a young woman about nineteen and twenty, she had hair that curled around her waist, never seen eyes like that in my life, soft gray eyes, something wrong with them I don't know what it is, but all about her she look like she should be in Paris doing a run away for some high in fashion, though she was little around but between the hair and the eyes no one would notices anything else about her. I had to shake myself to clear my head. I noticed that Winnie was standing right in front of me and she was smiling, at what I don't know, I wonder if she is a crazy like what my mother has as warn me about, but then she spoke. "I know you have many question?"   I didn't know how to reply back, yes I had a zillion question, finally I reply, "No not many just one, which way leads back to the dorms, I have a test today and I will be late if I'm not already."     "I' am sorry Sara but you are nowhere close to going back to your home, and you can't return home Sara."  "What do you mean I can't return home, what is going on here, am I being kidnap, because I don't have any money, and my family is not rich, and I doubt if my mom was rich, she would even give you the money to get me back. I am a college study all my money is tired up there, please let me go." I said as I was preparing to run for my life if I need to. Laughter came so hard and it was a wonderful sound. It was Winnie just laughing so hard that she was almost in tears. "Sara no one kidnap you. It is along story to explain right now, all you need to know is what I am about to tell you. My name is Winnie, I'm a blind maiden born to a noble bloodline, which means I am a witch, I have the able to see the destinies, a gift that my great grandmother handed down to my grandmother who handed down to my mother." she said in a very serious voice. “I don't know how to respond to that but...... You want me to believe that you are a witch and that you see destinies, that's all crazy and everything but what does this have to do with me, why am I here?" I said hoping not sounding to mean.  "You are in your third year of studying culture and belief in Mythology, your mother had you young, in her earlier twenties, her name was Erica Madison, your father left you when you were 3, and your great grandmother was Isabella. When you were nine you feel off a horse and skinned your left knee." she blurted out. All I could do was just staring at her in amazement. "How could you know all of that?" I asked. "I don't you I am a witch, and I saw your destiny, and you are here for a reason Sara."

 

I just started walking I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. That girl is out of her mind or insane, she had to be. Anyone who thought they were a witch and "see destiny" is in need of help. Yes I should be able to handle this I do believe in the culture beliefs because there based off of a belief system, this is just too much.

I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going until I hit a wall and bounds off in to the snow, when I look up just in time to see a hand extended out towards me, but I didn't take it and got up on my own and realized that my head was still dizzy and now way confused. The young man that felt like stone was wearing black boots, black pants, white long sleeve shirt, his hair was wild but look like it was supposed to be that way and not the look of just getting out of bed, and then I look right in his eyes and a shiver went right through me I was looking a clear midnight color eyes.

  “I don't believe you know where you are going, do you?" he said in a weird way. " I'm sorry that I ran into you, I get involved in my head way too much and I don’t pay attention to where I am going, I just trying to get back to my dorm in Houston Texas, if you can just tell me the way I will be on my way. " jeesh I should just

Author's Note

again please ignore grammar and spelling issues, will edit later thanks

Reviews

[Ashley]

this has taken me forever to get to reading...but it is an excellent beginning and i'm so sad that as far behind as i am...there isn't anything more. very well written and a great beginning. looking forward to reading more.

[Jibin]

well written dear friend...

[MoriartyMesa]

Very good start, looking forward to a whole lot more.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Good work my friend.