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She kept running… but the faster she ran, the more lost she became. I can't let them catch me too, not after all of this. She thought. She whirled around and that's when she saw it… the round gently face of her mother. "Megan, why do you run? What is coming is inevitable, you are part of the plan; accept you duties gratefully or you'll pay the price…" But her mother's voice was drowned out with the twang of an arrow. Seconds later, an arrow hit something behind her. As she looked around, she took in her surroundings. She was in a forest, obviously in the heart of it for no light dare penetrated the leaves of the surrounding trees. She turned around, only to realize the "thing" that the arrow hit was the bark of an ancient oak tree. The girl pulled out the arrow and pulled off the scroll attached to it. Inside was a mirror. She examined it, but in the act caught a view of her reflection. Black hair, blue eyes, and full lips. She gasped and came to a shocking realization…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Megan slammed her fist upon her alarm clock. When she sat up, she got a blast of her reflection: Long black hair, tousled for her slumber, and blue eyes. The girl in that dream had been her. "GET UP! MEGAN, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Her aunt called up the stairs. Megan drowsily got up to get ready for tutoring. Most people thought Megan was too mature for her age. She just shrugged off these comments because along with being mature came responsibilities that she didn't want. She knew she was mature, but this knowledge didn't settle easily with her. For the most part, her behavior is what made her mature, but she knew in her heart she had learnt her lessons because of her pains and past. She hadn't yet revealed to anyone her past and she didn't plan to. She wasn't normal, her aunt knew that, and unfortunately everybody at her school knew, too; although they didn't know to the extent of which made her abnormal. Tomorrow was her 16th birthday, but Megan knew better than to expect it to be celebrated. Tomorrow was July 30th.
Tutoring went well. Jake Astrid had made a large improvement on his history and now felt prepared for any history quiz thrown at him next year. Megan collapsed, exhausted at today's efforts… and that's when it came.