I'm going to show you something.

Not with pictures or a video, or by putting my memories in your mind. No. Those wouldn't show you the true experience anyway. You are gifted enough that I have no need of that. Even now you are listening to my voice, without a voice to hear. Every syllable echoes in your mind, as you picture each letter forming in front of your eyes. They are not just words to your mind, oh no. They have meaning, without you even realizing it you gave each word a place in your mind. Because of that, I don't even need to talk. You are doing all of the speaking for me. So I ask you to step inside my mind once more, and feel what I feel. Hear what I hear. See what I see, not with your eyes. But with your heart and soul.

A door, an old wooden one that you see on old houses in warm areas. Paint is peeling off it and it is worn down from being slammed for many years. In anger, perhaps even excitement. Plants gather around it like nosy children peeping through the windows and reaching towards the door. Do you see it yet? It's a lime green, very faded from years of weather beating down on it. It almost looks white from a distance, but as you get closer you see the faint mossy tint. There are remains of a concrete sidewalk leading from the door, a piece of the concrete curves around the side of the house. It leads to a backyard area; there are lawn chairs and a well-used fire pit. The wood remains inside still an inky-black from burning up, and forked metal poles poke up out of it. There's grass surrounding the patio and it's a healthy green from rainfall. Beautiful, isn't it?

*SLAM*

It came from the door, the mossy one with faded paint. What are the reasons for slamming it? Who slammed it? Suspenseful. The first thing that comes into view is two heads with smooth and shiny onyx-colored hair, one a little higher than the other. Next, two young faces belonging to children no older than nine. The taller one has a mischievous glint in her eyes, the other appearing much more gentle and soft-spoken. From their resemblance they are no doubt sisters. The taller puts her finger to her mouth, motioning the younger to be quiet. The latter does with a quiet giggle and a nod. They try to sneak away from the house; since they are children they weren't very good at it. Nonetheless they got away and sat next to a broad oak tree. They whispered secrets and jokes to each other, giggling with feline grins on their faces.

This is a very sweet setting isn't it? Two young sisters bonding and promising to be together the rest of their lives, as best friends do. Very calming isn't it? Makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, it probably reminded you of a close friend or relative you could trust completely. How lovely.

*CRASH*

Plates were being demolished as two adults could be heard fighting inside. The sisters stopped their whispering and looked back at their home in fear. From the anger on the older ones face, it would be wise to assume this wasn't the first time. The younger gripped her sister with a disconcerted frown situated on her face. Her sister's arm was most likely the only thing she knew for sure was safe. You never know in families like this.

Glimpsing at the youngsters face set a determined look on the older girls face. She smiled gallantly at the child and pulled her farther away where more oak trees reached towards the sky.

"Don't listen to them. I have one more secret to tell you." The youngsters face filled with wonder and admiration for the older. "It's a place where you'll always be safe, never fearing of being betrayed." …

A place like that couldn't possibly exist…

OK, so the prologue isn't really that informative.

Perfect.

So the next full on chapter will probably arrive in a week. This was short because it was kind of a little thingy I came up with and wrote at 3 am.

I'll probably start a schedule where a new chapter comes out every week, one can write a lot in a week's time so yah.

Anyways, I love you my pretties stay tuned for a(hopefully) amazing and eventful story!

CIAO!~