"Lucy..." I heard, the resonant voice echoing all around me, and I saw my mother in front of me weeping at my fathers grave. "You need to find the tree so you and many others can be safe. Find the tree, the hanging tree where your father died do it for me please. I'm begging you, my child!"

I woke up in a cold sweat. All I could think about was that tree, the hanging tree. She said it is safe, although it sounded like a place of murder, but I trusted my mother. When I drifted back to sleep I dreamt of my twin brother and my best friend, how we explored the woods together and how we all sensed the end was coming. Was that something special? Because only we knew- what if we are powerful and can be used? I decided never to trust anyone but my twin again. I saw the two of us cowering in a beaten up shelter, tears creating clear lines on our muddy faces. The ground shook and rumbled. Gunfire. It was clear as day, then the explosions... all so vivid.

I woke up to birds singing a tune and decided to carry on my quest to find twelve and my twin. Fear from both dreams pushed to the back of my mind, I couldn't let it stop me.