The start of another long-haul story. And right after Echoes Of War too! This one will get updated faster though because I've already written most of this one out long hand. Don't forget to review!
Maybe this was another of those surreal dreams, and it would all be over soon. That's what she kept praying for, anyway, that at any moment she would be jolted awake by some insignificant noise in the outside world.
But that, apparently, wasn't happening.
She was still falling, and the ground was so close, impact was inevitable, inescapable, her heart was beating so hard, so fast...
Then she was flying, soaring above the dusty ground, so close she could reach down and touch it if she wanted to.
And then, Monique Rivers shocked awake, no longer flying, instead she simply found herself tangled in sweaty sheets in her room in Detroit.
"Another dream?" She asked herself quietly, words bouncing off the four darkened walls to project back at her. Her eyes darted almost relunctantly to her alarm clock. The uniform red numbers seemed to taunt her as the flashed midnight at her obnoxiously. There was no way she'd be able to go back to sleep, not after such an exhilerating dream like that. She was wide awake and felt like she had just had about sixty energy drinks. And, of course she had to be up at the high school at 6:30 for the student council meeting she herself had scheduled.
It was going to be a long night.
Maryanne Martinez closed her chocolate eyes and hovered sunkissed hands over the glass ball that sat in the center of the table. She paused, hands still in the air over the crystal ball as she concentrated, seeming to almost feel the air around her; sensing the future. Slowly, her eyes drifted upward as her mouth opened to give her verdict.
"The love of your life is right in front of you, though you refuse to see." She mumbles, eyes still settled on the middle distance, knowing without looking that the young man across the table could still hear her. There was a harsh scraping sound as her client shoved his chair back roughly, rising to his feet.
"This is bogus." He complained, dark eyes rolling skyward.
"Think what you want, I do not lie." Her hands dropped gracefully to rest on either side of her prop, eyes finally meeting her client's disbelieving gaze.
"Yeah, okay." The statement was beligerent, and obviously deprecating, but he threw money on the table regardless, before bustling out.
"Maladucado!" She huffed before looking at the wad of bills on her table.
The fortune teller grinned, snatching the money up in order to count it out slowly. After she had written down the amount, Maryanne began slowly packing up her things. The circus were moving to the next town in the morning anyway.
She could feel her wings moving, seemingly on their own, letting her swoop high above the cotton candy clouds.
She was running from something, but she didn't know what. There was a tremendous roar behind her before sharp claws tore through her clothes and dug harshly into her lightly tanned skin.
The circus girl shot up in her makeshift bed, hands flying to the phantom sensation in her lower ribs.
With a groan, she dropped back to the mess of blankets, a hand covering her eyes before she rolled over and drifted back off to sleep, pushing the dream out of her mind violently.
That's the end of the prologue, please tell me what you think.
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