**Hey! Some of you are quite quick….. maybe this "Lady Roach" is related to Briar some way……….. read!!! ~CJ~**
(This is all in Sandry's state of unconsciousness, just so you know…)
Sandry woke up in a field of wild flowers, surrounded by a woodland trees and animals, that were calling to her and begging her to pick them. Sandry, who loved picking flowers, began to pick them, walking father and farther away from where she had waken up.
She was in a state of bliss, and couldn't have thought of being happier, until she saw a loom, sitting right at the end of all the flowers. She looked longingly at it, her fingers itching to try it.
Walking toward it, she glanced back once at where she came from. She gasped when she saw a small picture of all her friends and people she'd known from the Circle and other places.
Sandry, really wanting to go try the loom, began to walk in that direction, but stopped, a few feet from the end of the flowers and looked back again. In the picture, everyone was really sad, like someone had just died. Looking at it some more, she saw that the picture was moving.
Sandry turned around completely, and the picture was showing a funeral, everyone, Briar, Daja, Tris, Lark, Rosethorn, her uncle, everyone was wearing black. Their eyes were sad and puffy from crying. She followed them to where they stared to cry, and, with a jolt, she saw that it was herself.
The weaving was completely out of her mind, all she cared about was not letting those people down and making it back to her friends, alive.
Suddenly the scenery changed. Nothing was the same. All the flowers, who had playfully tugged at her feet, yanked at them and scratched them. The tree's branches seemed to reach out to grab her. Scratching her arms. Her sore arm, that suddenly began to pang from the pain, wanting to walk the other direction, toward peace and calm.
Sandry stuck her nose in the air, walked straight toward the picture, wincing every time a new branch or flower scratched her. After a long while, the scratching lessened, then become nothing. Sandry felt a small sigh of relief as she ran as fast as she could to the picture. When she got there, all she saw was white.
**ooo, I posted two chapters up for you, so read on!! ~CJ~**
(This is all in Sandry's state of unconsciousness, just so you know…)
Sandry woke up in a field of wild flowers, surrounded by a woodland trees and animals, that were calling to her and begging her to pick them. Sandry, who loved picking flowers, began to pick them, walking father and farther away from where she had waken up.
She was in a state of bliss, and couldn't have thought of being happier, until she saw a loom, sitting right at the end of all the flowers. She looked longingly at it, her fingers itching to try it.
Walking toward it, she glanced back once at where she came from. She gasped when she saw a small picture of all her friends and people she'd known from the Circle and other places.
Sandry, really wanting to go try the loom, began to walk in that direction, but stopped, a few feet from the end of the flowers and looked back again. In the picture, everyone was really sad, like someone had just died. Looking at it some more, she saw that the picture was moving.
Sandry turned around completely, and the picture was showing a funeral, everyone, Briar, Daja, Tris, Lark, Rosethorn, her uncle, everyone was wearing black. Their eyes were sad and puffy from crying. She followed them to where they stared to cry, and, with a jolt, she saw that it was herself.
The weaving was completely out of her mind, all she cared about was not letting those people down and making it back to her friends, alive.
Suddenly the scenery changed. Nothing was the same. All the flowers, who had playfully tugged at her feet, yanked at them and scratched them. The tree's branches seemed to reach out to grab her. Scratching her arms. Her sore arm, that suddenly began to pang from the pain, wanting to walk the other direction, toward peace and calm.
Sandry stuck her nose in the air, walked straight toward the picture, wincing every time a new branch or flower scratched her. After a long while, the scratching lessened, then become nothing. Sandry felt a small sigh of relief as she ran as fast as she could to the picture. When she got there, all she saw was white.
**ooo, I posted two chapters up for you, so read on!! ~CJ~**
