A/N: well guys this is a new story that im writing and it really isn't a fan fic but I decided that I needed feedback and criticism so im turning it into one.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

**********************************************************************

The fog swirled around me in thick layers, where I stood barefoot in an unfamiliar cobblestone alleyway. My pajamas I wore to bed really didn't help against the cold stone that sent shivers up my spine.

The rats scuttling around the ground made me flinch back a few inches. The fog slowly started to thin out and I looked around at my surroundings. The alleyway was dark and damp where I stood. I felt so small where I was standing. I looked straight ahead and noted that the alleyway opened up to what appeared to be, a dimly lit street. The other way was a tall brick wall…a dead end.

'Where am I,' I thought to myself. I began walking towards the street, away from the darkness, and in that instance a black-cloaked figure streaked past me disappearing into the darkness. I paused for a moment to look around for the figure.

'What was that,' I thought. I saw nothing. I moved towards the street again, but deliberate in my movements this time.

The figure instantly darted out of the shadows like I had set off an alarm, and is in front of me. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Almirah," the figure almost sang the name to me. Its voice was almost angelic; a chiming. It was a woman's voice. The figure's angelic voice still has a certain authority to it though.

'Who is Almirah? Who is this figure? Why is she talking to me about someone I don't even know?'

All these thoughts flickered by.We stood facing each other for another moment before the figure started to speak again. Her icy blue eyes locked with my pale green eyes. "We will find you! Do not run from us."

Her voice gradually rose as she made a movement towards me. I stood frozen to the ground, stupidly, while she lifted my limp left hand from my side. I couldn't move and my muscles stopped working.

'MOVE, MOVE,' my mind screamed at me, but it was hopeless. I stared blankly at her as she turned my hand palm-up. My brain seemed to be in a different universe than my body.

While I was standing, frozen to my spot, the figure pressed her hand onto my palm and chanted strange words I didn't understand. My whole hand started to burn as the last word left her lips. The shock of the burning brought my brain back to my body and I start to function again. "Oh God, it burns!"

I screamed and jerked my hand away from her. "Make it stop, STOP IT, make it go away!" I fell on my knees, clutching my hand to my chest. I was shrieking like mad by then. Hot tears ran down my face as I tried in vain to make myself stop shrieking.

I held my hand away from me to examine it as my shrieking turned into little whimpers. There, where she had touched it, was what appeared to be a neat scar in the shape of a star. I glanced at it and then looked up at the figure.

She was staring at me with full intensity now with her icy blue eyes that shone from inside the hood that she wore, and starts to speak once more.

"Your life is like no other. It's not the same as our brothers or sisters. Blessed is your destiny as well as it cursed. Blood will be shed, lives are already lost, but still we say blessed be you. Blessed be you." Then almost instantly the surrounding visuals vanished, along with the figure, and I was running.

I was running away. I was being hunted. NO. I could hear my heartbeat racing as I weaved in between oncoming foliage of the forest.

The sound of my blood pounding through my veins pushed me on rhythmically. The adrenaline was flowing on within me. My shoulder-length pink hair was whipping in my face. 'I'm going to make it,' I thought, 'I can do this, I'm almost there.'

Then the ground fell out from underneath my feet.