Sorry bout the late updates! Compendium week…UGHH I hate Social Studies and LA!! My lack of updates can be attributed to these evil essays! Anyways, Thanks for the reviews (Yah, Killua was a bit mean but he doesn't trust people very easily does he?) and enjoy the next chapter…
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It was that damned mist again.
Mirah waded through it, madly brushing at it in vain. Everywhere she looked, it was the same soupy gray slush, so thick it seemed palpable. It clung to her, yet when she reached out a hand to tear it away, she found that it was as tangible as smoke.
The Island…find it, find them, find yourself…Netsuko's voice. Was Netsuko here as well?
"Find what?!" She screamed in frustration.
The mist slowly receded from the shadowy figure that approached.
Find it…find yourself…"Netsuko?" She ran towards it.
Go!
The ferocity of it shook her and as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure was swallowed in the gray mist.
"Where are you Netsuko! Help me!"
Find it…everything will be revealed…The voice was fading quickly and she clawed at the mist in desperation.
There was a flash and suddenly the mist was gone. Instead, she was surrounded by tall grass and cerulean ocean, in a land flooded with bright yellow sunlight. Seagulls chirped merrily, wheeling through the air. Find me…
It was so familiar…
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Mirah opened her eyes. That dream…what was it? Ribbons of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of leaves above her. She shifted onto her back and stared up at the lush green leaves, forming arcane patterns in the blue, blue sky. The forest was so beautiful and so different from the oppressive concrete of the city. Brick buildings, stone, metal, noise, trash, and masses of people, surrounding her. Overpowering her. The city. Where Wing-san was. She wondered what he was doing now, picturing his kind face in her mind: the untucked shirt hanging out sloppily, adjusting his glasses with a warm smile. A sudden overwhelming wave of longing and homesickness hit her and tears sprang into her eyes. She was so alone…
"Ohayo Mirah-chan! Breakfast's ready!"
Startled, she hurriedly wiped the tears away and bolted up.
"Gon…"
The two boys sat around the fire, cheerfully munching on a sizzling fish. She watched them. They were together, happy, never lonely. And she…she was an outsider, not welcome, not meant to be part of this friendship. With a resigned sigh, she got up and joined them.