Moonlit Dreams

Chapter 1

Moonlight glittered through the clouds above making everything have a soft, pale glow. The grass in the field, surrounded by the forest, was lush and tall. There was a pond in the center of the field that reflected the full moon. The forest enclosing this picturesque scene was in mysterious shadows, as if tempting those who looked long enough to seek the adventures it promised. Next to the pond was a teenage girl, seventeen to be exact. She was gazing at the wondrously large moon with curiosity. The moon is never this large in real life… She ran her fingers through her extremely long silver hair as she rid herself of the enchantment the moon had set on her. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, and her hair appeared to light up with pale fire. She glanced around with suspicious eyes, her emerald eyes squinting to see into the forest's shadows. How did I get here? This place seems so familiar, but I don't remember coming here…This is too weird. At least I'm safe in the middle of this field. I can see any danger that approaches. Just as this thought was coming to and end a cloud engulfs the moon leaving the meadow in blinding darkness.

Sivil froze on the spot. Who says things can't get worse? They were so wrong! Then out of the dark a voice sounded. It was soft but deep. It must be a guy's. It only made Sivil feel even more panicked.

"I told you to be careful while you were with your real family. Now look! I have to awaken just to warn you of something that would have been obvious when you were younger." The man's voice seemed as familiar as this strange place. Sivil couldn't quite place his face no matter how hard she tried. She decided that politeness might keep him from doing anything bad.

"Could you please tell me who you might be, kind sir? I don't remember anything from my childhood years, so even if we had met I would have forgotten you. I am sorry for the inconvenience." Sivil said with an apologetic inflection in her voice.

"So you have forgotten the only person who meant anything to you in your childhood, the one who soothed your tears of loneliness." His voice sounded sarcastic. Not a good sign. I need to get his sympathy or something to make him want to help me!

"You sound like you helped me through the rough times so for that you have my thanks." Sivil said as she tried her best not to grit her teeth in aggravation. Why wasn't he making this easy! It should be like 'oh! I'm sorry.' And him like 'that's okay. Let me help you through this unfamiliar terrain'. But NO! he has to be annoying and force me to be as polite as possible before giving in. I HATE being this polite. It's like being fake happy. It's a waste of time and effort, but if I'm going to get his help I have to be polite. Grr!

"I don't want your thanks!" He yelled with bitterness. Of course not because you want to be difficult. "I have other things I would like to have, but not now. Soon though, very soon. Right now I want to warn you that you should avoid being alone with your history teacher. He's a danger that you are to dense to realize." His voice had a hint of mockery as it faded to nothing.

"What? Why?" Sivil screamed into the darkness, but there was no answer. The cloud revealed the moon finally, only to expose a dent in the plush grass before her. That was the only evidence of his presence. That was when Sivil began screaming as the ground opened up below her and sent her into darkness.