The sound of crisp leaves beneath her feet and the tiny cold dew drops that fall from the trees, make everything seem so real. Autumn red leaves lay scattered over the pavement as the young brunette wandered through the seemingly quiet park.

It had been so long since she'd been here. Memories flooded back into her head as she wandered deeper into the foggy pathway ahead.

A young girl aged 4 was dressed in a blue dress that had white seams and fitted like a glove. The young girl was running through the trees, chasing something white. It was too fast for someone so small with only little feet. The little girl stumbled as she lost her footing. After checking her hand for splinters she lifted her little head. That little thing had gone. Slowly she sat up and wandered around this great oak that stood before her. At the roots stood a gaping hole, black and dark it didn't put the little girl off. A small smile crept over her tiny perfect face. She gingerly leaned into the hole as a confused look etched itself over her face. She didn't understand where it could have gone. As she stood upright the ground beneath her gave way and she fell.

The brunette stood and wondered to herself. If all the time in the world was cupped into a stone she would throw the stone as far as she could.

She knew she had to be back soon. The party was beginning without her and her Grandmother wouldn't be pleased. Time was etching away from her.

Deep down inside of her she desperately wanted that place she couldn't remember, to exist.

Isn't that funny? Wishing for something you can't remember.

Her Grandmother would here none of it. It was forbidden to talk of such a place. Her mother knew. She would often sit up at night with the young brunette and talk to her about her dreams. Whenever she spoke to her mother about this place her mother would smile and beg to hear more. It was only on the night her mother passed away did she finally found a reason for her mother's interest. As her mother lay dying she told her daughter that she too had visited such a place and that her daughter had fallen through the same hole. It explained the dreams.

Madness is what her Grandmother said. She said that her mother was mad before she died and she would hear no more of nonsense.

Nonsense? If everyone was not full of nonsense, then the world would be very boring. Like a book with no pictures. What is the point?

Suddenly she heard the sound of movement beyond the trees. Cautiously she moved of the path and into the un-explored woodland. Nettles and twigs entwine in front of her as she pushes her way through. Thorns tear at her dress and her skin as she stumbles through the bush.

In a clearing her feet become uncontrollable as she begins to run. Her dress flies back behind her as her mind follows a memory. She didn't know where she was running too all she knew is that she had to run. Trees darted behind her as she followed the path her feet made her use. Almost in a second, a small clearing with a large tree stood before her. She knew this place. She had been here before.

This small clearing, stood on the side of a hill covered in dense forest. The girl could see, through a small gap in the trees, the party in the distance. Turning her back she explores around the tree.

In one side of the tree stood a gaping hole in its roots, covered over in moss and vines. Looking around her she picked up a chunky stick and began tackling the vines. A carpet of moss led down into the hole. She places her hands either side of the hole and peered down into it. There was not a sound, nor a sign of life. Sighing to herself she thought about her mothers stories.

Maybe she was mad. Maybe she wanted to give hope to the idea of a different world. It was just a childhood story…

As she began to move away from the hole her dress caught on a rouge fine. The girl frowned and begun to tug at her dress but it refused to move. As she tried to untangle it she moved closer to the hole. Suddenly the vine retreated into the hole, moving. The girl gasped and turned to run, but a vine wrapped itself around her leg.

Vines continued to run themselves up her legs, her waist and her chest as they tugged her towards the hole.

"NO! STOP! LET GO!" Her nails dug into the ground as she used all her strength to pull her away. But inch by inch they tugged as her skin became shredded by the thorns that she was dragged through.

As her eyes looked up one last time to the forest around her, the background blacked out and a blonde woman knelt in front of her. She had big blue eyes and pale skin. Her blonde hair trailed down her back.

"Mum…" She whispered as her hand trailed through the memory.

"Kira, let go"

Her mother placed her hands over Kiras and slowly lifted them from the ground. The vines gave one last tug as she was pulled into the hole and darkness came over her.