Alright, so here is the first chapter. I have started to go back through the story and edit (as I got a couple replies to my question of whether I should continue this or no), so this is the edited version, not too much is changed, so I hope everyone still likes it!
I will be replacing each currently posted chapter with the edited versions! :)
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Kayla braced herself silently. She knew she had to get out of there. Another vision was coming.
She gripped one hand on the side of her desk, while raising the other. Her teacher looked up, took one look at her face, and gave a short, quick nod. She tried to move out of the classroom as quickly as possible, forcing herself to walk.
As soon as she was safe in the hall, she allowed herself to speed up into a run. She had barely locked the graffiti covered stall door, in the bathroom, before the vision hit her. The dank sharpie covered walls disappeared from around her, become replaced with hugely tall gnarled trees, and long grass.
Sunlight trickled through the over-hanging braches, as the wind whispered through the deep green leaves.
Kayla had been here before. She slowly stood, taking in the scenery around her, knowing what would happen next. She would turn around and walk a while before coming to, in the bathroom.
But what she saw when she turned was not what she expected.
"Who are you? Why do you trespass here?"
She was rendered speechless.
He was beautiful, the man who had spoken. His blue eyes pierced her. The sunlight that came through the trees, glinted off his long blond hair. She was taking into account his perfectly angled face and his oddly pointed ears, when he spoke again.
"I suggest you answer me, trespasser." His voice was quiet, but there was force behind it that made his words sound less of a suggestion, and more of an order.
Kayla finally noticed the bow and arrow, firmly gripped in his hand, and pointing directly at her.
She snapped out of it. "My name is Kayla." She spoke slowly, raising her hands at the same time.
His face was guarded, as he took into account the strange clothing she wore, and the odd fluency of her speak. He thought her oddly bewitching, with her long red hair, and large green eyes.
"Why do you come here?" of course, he would never let her see, just how effected he was by her, this odd stranger named, Kayla. His voice remained sharp.
"I'm not entirely sure." She answered quietly.
His sapphire eyes narrowed.
"I'm not actually here," she said quickly, before he could say anything. "At least…" she paused, "I don't think I am. You see this is a sort of a dream I'm having. Except I'm not asleep. It's a vision. I've had them for as long as I can remember." She stopped herself from saying more, cursing herself in her head. Why was she telling him all this? Why did she have to ramble on when she was nervous?
He remained stoic, but he lowered his arrow. "How could you not be here, while I see you plainly in front of me? Do you suggest that my eyes deceive me?" he raised his eyebrows, and she could see a slight anger begin to smolder in his eyes. She had offended him.
She knew that was not good. "No!" she exclaimed, knowing she had to fix the situation and right what she had said. "You have mistaken what I mean!" she moved to take a step forward, and his grip tightened on his bow. She stopped herself from moving forward. She began choosing her words with caution.
"You see, I can see things, the future. Usually the future of those around me. I was not implying anything. What I'm trying to say is that I've had lots of visions, and in them I would be standing next to others, it's just they've never been able to see me. And yet, you can."
His perfect brows furrowed. "So you are not actually here. This," he gestured with his bow, "Is a vision. And I should not be able to possess the ability to see you." His voice told her he didn't believe her.
"Do not lie to me." He said curtly. "The king does not take kindly to trespassers, nor to liars."
The arrow was pointed at her again.
Kayla's voiced died in her throat, along with any rebuttal to prove her innocence.
She stared at the beautifully, deadly man. "Where exactly am I?" her voice was timid and quiet.
She winced when she realized that it was the wrong thing to ask, to try to stop him from becoming angrier.
"I will not answer your questions, until you truthfully answer mine."
Kayla let out a slow breath trying to come up with a way to convince him, she was telling him the truth, when suddenly a strange smell overtook her, it filled her nose. Moldy, and damp.
She blinked and furrowed her brow, she searched for any signs of the change, in the man's face, but he remained unaffected, as though nothing was amiss.
Kayla's vision started to blur, and she understood what was going on. A slight throbbing echoed through her head, just before everything went black.
The woman, fell. Fainted it seemed. Surprise flew through him. He ran over to where she had formerly stood, to find her, but she was gone. A sharp intake of breath was the only proof of how unnerved he had become from her immediate disappearance. He took up a ready stance with his bow, and scanned the surrounding trees.
Once he was positive she was gone, he lowered his bow, and stared unseeingly through the trees.
Where did she go?