A glossy coat of dew glistened on every green blade of grass in the field. A golden drop of due dripped from a leaf that hung from an apple tree. The sun shined through it making it pure and sweet. A warm spring wind blew through Alison's cocoa brown hair. She took her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on, looking out into the sunrise. An explosion of color seemed to have filled the skies. She then took out a small pad of paper and a pencil. She sat down on her picnic blanket and looked closely at a dandy-lion, a bright glowing yellow that greeted the rising morning sun. As she sketched the picture of the flower, she heard a call, almost like a whisper, but faint. It came from over the hill near by. She turned cautiously at the unfamiliar calling voice. The voice called again, it called her name in such a graceful whisper, but still loud and haunting. A Bluebird flew away fro the noise, off in the opposite direction. Alison stood up, leaving down her pad and pencil but didn't walk towards the noise. Instead she stood boldly and showed an expression on her face that she wasn't afraid, however, her eyes said the opposite. The blue-grey of her eyes looked like the eyes of a child being held in front of a loaded pistol. She was afraid, but she wasn't going to show it. The voice finally stopped calling and a peaceful silence one again filled the air. Alison relaxed her shoulders for a moment until her cell phone rang. Surprised, she jumped from the sudden loudness creeping up on her out from the dark shadows of the silence. She took it out from her shorts pocket and answered the call.
A familiar voice spoke, the one that called from behind the hill. "Why didn't you come to my calling?!" The voice said fiercely.