Chapter 1
The Dream
Present Day
Beep.Beep.Beep.
I wasn't quite sure how long my alarm clock had been going off. But, I had the feeling it had been for awhile. I could hear footsteps in the hall outside my door and knew I was in for it.
Before I could stop the soft, buzzing my mother was yelling at me through the door.
"Lily Rose Lee turn that bloody thing off before you wake everyone in this household up. You had better be downstairs in fifteen minutes or you will be late again. I cannot see why a fifteen-year-old girl needs to sleep as much as you do. But, you had better be downstairs by the time I take a shower and get dressed."
She is worried about me waking up the whole house when she is screeching through a closed door. Boy sometimes adults make you wonder.
As my feet hit the floor, I suddenly realized how late I really was. It was six forty five and the bus came at seven.
I rushed around my room putting my stuff together all the while trying to pull on my jeans and a tee shirt. When I was finished, I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen.
My mother was already there and had a frown on her face. I knew I was about to get one of her lectures on being late.
"Why do you always do this?" she asked.
"Do what?" I countered.
"Hit that button so many time you always run so late. If you would just get up you would have time to get done what you need to get done. I mean look at that hair of yours. You never do anything with it all you do is brush it and leave it. One day I hope you'll change your ways."
It was true that I hardly did anything with my hair. I had long hair that hit the curve of my lower back, which was the color of chestnuts shimmering in the hot rays of the sun. I had always worn my hair long and never intended to wear it differently. I once had cut my hair and I hated it. I had always felt like it was some crime to cut your hair short. Ever since then, I have always kept my hair long.
"Sorry, mom I was having that dream again. The dream where I am in the forest with some strange people," I apologized to my mother.
"That's a load of crap and you know it. Well, here's your lunch and you had better be getting off before you miss that bus again and lord knows that you will," mother replied.
"Yes mother," I managed to mummer sarcastically.
But the thing was I really was having strange dreams. Night after night, they were always the same. I would be walking in this beautiful forest that smelled of pine and sunshine. Then I would come to what seemed a small village. Expect the houses were strange. They seemed to fit in with the trees. Others seemed to have been growing out of the trees themselves.
Then the people of the village greeted me like I was an old friend.
These people were beautiful and seemed so different from humans. Each one had long, beautiful hair of all shades; even the men wore their hair long. All of these strange people had pointed ears and dressed with such elegance that you thought it was their way of living from day to day. Each woman wore a beautiful dress that was more stunning as you looked upon the others. The men wore robes that were mostly the color of green and shades of the earth. Nothing that seemed to draw much attention to them as the women's clothing did.
Then everyone seemed to freeze as a young man, no more that sixteen, walked up on our small group of people. Each night he always wore the same thing. It was a robe made out of an emerald green material. He had blond hair that was long like the rest of these people only he tied back his hair with a leather strap. He didn't ever talk to any of this people only came up to me. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, I would wake up never hearing what he had to tell me or hear his voice beckoning me.
Only now, the dreams were coming more frequently and now I am daydreaming of this strange place. Only it seemed to be real. When I awoke this morning, I smelled of pine. But how could this be? I had only had a dream of being in this forest I couldn't possibly have been there. Could I? Now it seemed to be getting worse I was dreaming of this place and could never seem to put it in the back of my mind. It was always a part of me and wouldn't go away.
When I finally reached the bus stop, I found that the bus was just coming down the hill. I felt a sense of relief that I would not have to go home and tell my mother that I had missed the bus yet another morning. My friend Elizabeth did not seem to be at the bus stop this morning. I found this very odd. She was always here. Maybe she was running late I thought as I stepped onto the bus when its doors opened.
I scurried past all the children in the front of the bus and took a seat next to my friend Andrew. Andrew was one of my best friends and could see through me like a glass of water. We have been friend since we were four when I first moved to the area. Andrew was the type of friend that you are stuck with only in my case it was a good thing.
"What's up with you this morning? You don't look your usual chipper self," he questioned as the bus started moving.
"I'd tell you nothing but then you would pester me into to telling you so I will just spill it out on a nice clean platter. Mom's mad at me for being late but when's that ever going to change. I keep having those strange dreams. Plus not to mention I feel as though I didn't sleep at all last night. Other than that my life is peachy keen," I answered feeling as though I had hit all the high points.
"Oh. Your still having that dream about those tree people who inherited that guy from Star Trek's ears? And your knight in shining armor?"
"Yes, and they are not some Star Trek fans who have had surgery to add to the effect of looking like that one dude. They seem to be elves. Oh and another thing that guy seems to be very important to them. They all seem as though they respect him with much dignity."
"Well I am still going with my theory. Where you were kidnapped by a Star Trek mob with pointed ears and then this guy who really likes you comes and rescues you. I truly believe this is you real fantasy and desire."
"Oh really," I countered back. "Well I can tell your real fantasy and desire. You want Elizabeth to come to you and tell you that she is deeply in love with you. Then when she has made her confession then you will take her away and make her your wife. Am I right or am I right?"
When I looked over at Andrew I saw that he was blushing. Everyone knew that he had the biggest crush on Elizabeth. Even Elizabeth knew that he did. She once told me that she kind of wished that she liked him the way he wanted her to but she didn't. She liked him as one of her good friends and hoped that one day her opinion might change.
Andrew and I were pretty quiet the rest of the way to school. Each of us were to busy concentrating on our own thoughts. When we arrived at school, we said good-bye and promised to see each other at lunch.
Then with a quick stop at my locker I was off to homeroom. My homeroom class was most and likely the worst in the world. I had Miss Pencade the oldest lady alive, at least that is what we all said. That and she wondered why she was never married. She was worse than you would ever imagine.
I took my seat at the back of the classroom and waited for the bell to ring. When it finally did, we were greeted by the old hag and began our lesson.
She began collecting our homework from the night before and our class was being lectured at the same time for being late and how unacceptable it was when Chelsea White walked in late. When Chelsea was always late it still didn't matter, we got lectured and she didn't get in trouble because she was a cheerleader. Miss Pencade let cheerleaders and jocks get away with anything while the rest of us normal people were the ones who suffered her wrath. As she began the lesson I blocked out her annoying, monotone, nasal voice and dozed off. At first everything was blurred but then suddenly everything was clear and sharp, I was in my forest again. Only this time everything seemed to be changed. This time I was not only seeing it I seemed to be there. I could feel the forest floor under my feet and I could smell the dark forest. It was cool outside and the light breeze moved though my hair. I knew all at once that I was no longer daydreaming I was standing in this strange forest. Only I was not ready to believe it.
The Dream
Present Day
Beep.Beep.Beep.
I wasn't quite sure how long my alarm clock had been going off. But, I had the feeling it had been for awhile. I could hear footsteps in the hall outside my door and knew I was in for it.
Before I could stop the soft, buzzing my mother was yelling at me through the door.
"Lily Rose Lee turn that bloody thing off before you wake everyone in this household up. You had better be downstairs in fifteen minutes or you will be late again. I cannot see why a fifteen-year-old girl needs to sleep as much as you do. But, you had better be downstairs by the time I take a shower and get dressed."
She is worried about me waking up the whole house when she is screeching through a closed door. Boy sometimes adults make you wonder.
As my feet hit the floor, I suddenly realized how late I really was. It was six forty five and the bus came at seven.
I rushed around my room putting my stuff together all the while trying to pull on my jeans and a tee shirt. When I was finished, I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen.
My mother was already there and had a frown on her face. I knew I was about to get one of her lectures on being late.
"Why do you always do this?" she asked.
"Do what?" I countered.
"Hit that button so many time you always run so late. If you would just get up you would have time to get done what you need to get done. I mean look at that hair of yours. You never do anything with it all you do is brush it and leave it. One day I hope you'll change your ways."
It was true that I hardly did anything with my hair. I had long hair that hit the curve of my lower back, which was the color of chestnuts shimmering in the hot rays of the sun. I had always worn my hair long and never intended to wear it differently. I once had cut my hair and I hated it. I had always felt like it was some crime to cut your hair short. Ever since then, I have always kept my hair long.
"Sorry, mom I was having that dream again. The dream where I am in the forest with some strange people," I apologized to my mother.
"That's a load of crap and you know it. Well, here's your lunch and you had better be getting off before you miss that bus again and lord knows that you will," mother replied.
"Yes mother," I managed to mummer sarcastically.
But the thing was I really was having strange dreams. Night after night, they were always the same. I would be walking in this beautiful forest that smelled of pine and sunshine. Then I would come to what seemed a small village. Expect the houses were strange. They seemed to fit in with the trees. Others seemed to have been growing out of the trees themselves.
Then the people of the village greeted me like I was an old friend.
These people were beautiful and seemed so different from humans. Each one had long, beautiful hair of all shades; even the men wore their hair long. All of these strange people had pointed ears and dressed with such elegance that you thought it was their way of living from day to day. Each woman wore a beautiful dress that was more stunning as you looked upon the others. The men wore robes that were mostly the color of green and shades of the earth. Nothing that seemed to draw much attention to them as the women's clothing did.
Then everyone seemed to freeze as a young man, no more that sixteen, walked up on our small group of people. Each night he always wore the same thing. It was a robe made out of an emerald green material. He had blond hair that was long like the rest of these people only he tied back his hair with a leather strap. He didn't ever talk to any of this people only came up to me. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, I would wake up never hearing what he had to tell me or hear his voice beckoning me.
Only now, the dreams were coming more frequently and now I am daydreaming of this strange place. Only it seemed to be real. When I awoke this morning, I smelled of pine. But how could this be? I had only had a dream of being in this forest I couldn't possibly have been there. Could I? Now it seemed to be getting worse I was dreaming of this place and could never seem to put it in the back of my mind. It was always a part of me and wouldn't go away.
When I finally reached the bus stop, I found that the bus was just coming down the hill. I felt a sense of relief that I would not have to go home and tell my mother that I had missed the bus yet another morning. My friend Elizabeth did not seem to be at the bus stop this morning. I found this very odd. She was always here. Maybe she was running late I thought as I stepped onto the bus when its doors opened.
I scurried past all the children in the front of the bus and took a seat next to my friend Andrew. Andrew was one of my best friends and could see through me like a glass of water. We have been friend since we were four when I first moved to the area. Andrew was the type of friend that you are stuck with only in my case it was a good thing.
"What's up with you this morning? You don't look your usual chipper self," he questioned as the bus started moving.
"I'd tell you nothing but then you would pester me into to telling you so I will just spill it out on a nice clean platter. Mom's mad at me for being late but when's that ever going to change. I keep having those strange dreams. Plus not to mention I feel as though I didn't sleep at all last night. Other than that my life is peachy keen," I answered feeling as though I had hit all the high points.
"Oh. Your still having that dream about those tree people who inherited that guy from Star Trek's ears? And your knight in shining armor?"
"Yes, and they are not some Star Trek fans who have had surgery to add to the effect of looking like that one dude. They seem to be elves. Oh and another thing that guy seems to be very important to them. They all seem as though they respect him with much dignity."
"Well I am still going with my theory. Where you were kidnapped by a Star Trek mob with pointed ears and then this guy who really likes you comes and rescues you. I truly believe this is you real fantasy and desire."
"Oh really," I countered back. "Well I can tell your real fantasy and desire. You want Elizabeth to come to you and tell you that she is deeply in love with you. Then when she has made her confession then you will take her away and make her your wife. Am I right or am I right?"
When I looked over at Andrew I saw that he was blushing. Everyone knew that he had the biggest crush on Elizabeth. Even Elizabeth knew that he did. She once told me that she kind of wished that she liked him the way he wanted her to but she didn't. She liked him as one of her good friends and hoped that one day her opinion might change.
Andrew and I were pretty quiet the rest of the way to school. Each of us were to busy concentrating on our own thoughts. When we arrived at school, we said good-bye and promised to see each other at lunch.
Then with a quick stop at my locker I was off to homeroom. My homeroom class was most and likely the worst in the world. I had Miss Pencade the oldest lady alive, at least that is what we all said. That and she wondered why she was never married. She was worse than you would ever imagine.
I took my seat at the back of the classroom and waited for the bell to ring. When it finally did, we were greeted by the old hag and began our lesson.
She began collecting our homework from the night before and our class was being lectured at the same time for being late and how unacceptable it was when Chelsea White walked in late. When Chelsea was always late it still didn't matter, we got lectured and she didn't get in trouble because she was a cheerleader. Miss Pencade let cheerleaders and jocks get away with anything while the rest of us normal people were the ones who suffered her wrath. As she began the lesson I blocked out her annoying, monotone, nasal voice and dozed off. At first everything was blurred but then suddenly everything was clear and sharp, I was in my forest again. Only this time everything seemed to be changed. This time I was not only seeing it I seemed to be there. I could feel the forest floor under my feet and I could smell the dark forest. It was cool outside and the light breeze moved though my hair. I knew all at once that I was no longer daydreaming I was standing in this strange forest. Only I was not ready to believe it.
