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Note: This chapter ends abruptly! Sorry guys, it was getting too long.

Rowan woke up gasping.

She was lying on her side on top of a soft, deep caerulean rug. It was beautifully woven with black and purple designs plaiting around each other in an elegant knot pattern. A moment passed before Rowan remembered: it was her rug. She was in her room in Oma's, in the center of the floor.

The next thing she noticed is that she was trembling, and remnants of terror raced through her veins. As her breathing slowed, she tried urgently to remember what had frightened her so deeply. She couldn't. All she knew was that it was still scaring her.

What kind of nightmare did I have?

Trying to pull herself together, Rowan gently pushed herself up off the floor. Only when she stood up did she realize that she had a massive headache. Wobbling down the hallway to the kitchen to grab some Ibuprofen, the girl fought with her own legs. It seemed that her body was dragging, reluctant to obey her commands. Reaching up for the medicine bottle, a sharp pain shot from her shoulder, causing her to cry out – in surprise mostly. Her right shoulder was acutely sore, as if it had been tugged on. Repetitively. With a grimace, she rolled her shoulder back. Blue sparks invaded her vision. Yeesh. That hurt worse than I thought it would. She must have slept on it wrong.

But wait. When had she fallen asleep? She glanced at the clock hanging above the stove. 5:57?! Regardless to when she had fallen asleep, she had slept the day away.But I told Oma I'd visit the store. Doing some quick figuring, Rowan found that she could still make it in time to help Oma close the shop at 6:30.

She raced to her room, grabbed both her satchel and a bike helmet, forgot to lock the door on her way out, and jumped on Oma's old bike. Dust kicked up behind her on the gravel road leading to town.

.oOo.

Sweat was rolling down her back and collecting on her forehead. The quick speed she was going wasn't physically tiring her, but the sun beat down mercilessly. A small drop of sweat rolled down from her forehead between her eye and nose, and rested on her upper lip. Annoyed, Rowan tried to ignore it. Man, the sun had looking inviting earlier, but now, it was HOT.

A strong sense of déjà vu suddenly struck Rowan. The mental blow was powerful, and Rowan wobbled on her bike, suddenly losing balance.

Stopping to regain her sense of control, she noticed that her heart was racing. It was that fear again. The terror she woke up with in her room was back but fading just as quickly as before.

"Hey, uh, are you alright?" A male voice interrupted her thoughts.

She spun around, spooked. However, when one is straddled on a bike, one cannot turn a full 180 degrees. Rowan suddenly understood this as she and the bike tipped toward the road. Oh no.

The fall wasn't a complete disgrace, she managed to stagger off the bike. But in trying to straighten up, she lost track of the ground, flailed her arms wildly, and ended up on her hands and knees…

Oh, who was she kidding? It was a complete disgrace. Rowan gave up on standing and simply rolled to a sitting position so she could see who had surprised her.

And another surprise! There were two of them; one was a girl, her long hair braided, dressed in a brightly colored romper and clashing leggings with a star print. The other was a boy, who seemed overpacked for wherever he was going. Seriously, that was one crammed backpack. They both had brown eyes and wavy brown hair, and they were about the same age, probably about 17. My age, Rowan noted. I didn't know this old town had kids my age. The siblings – for certainly they were related, possibly even twins – seemed as caught off guard by Rowan's presence as Rowan was at theirs.

"So, um, hello," Rowan started. She gave a feeble wave. "I'm Rowan."

There was an awkward pause before another girl broke out of the trees, sprinting. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was panting, but somehow she still looked way too posh for this kind of situation.

"Guys! Are you ready? It's coming!"

The boy jumped into action. He quickly took off his backpack and opened it. The blonde looked worried. Upon realizing that the boy was still rummaging through his bag, her worry shifted to a look of near disgust. "You aren't ready? You said that you'd be ready!"

The brunette turned to her brother, and shrieked "Come on, bro-bro! I can hear it coming!" Only then did Rowan hear the harsh buzzing sound coming from deep within the trees. It was getting louder, fast.

"Almost, almost…" the boy muttered. "Ah! Here it is!" Victoriously he pulled out a simple red flashlight, with something attached to the light. In that same instant, a mosquito the size of a cow flew out of the forest. The boy and the blonde girl screamed. The brunette looked like she was ready to fight the beast head-on. Rowan's jaw dropped.

The creature lunged forward, its sharp, long mouth perilously close to the blonde. The brunette leaped into action. Rowan could not believe what she was seeing. The girl climbed up one of the creature's legs and got on its back. Using the ribbon from her hair, she had somehow roped the creature's head, and she started to literally pull it away from the blonde. She brandished a fierce war grin.

Unfortunately, the ginormous insect now focused its attention on her. Soon it was all the girl could do to hold on.

"Mabel! Hold on, Mabel!" The boy sounded concerned. He lifted the flashlight and clicked it on. A pink beam of light struck the creature, and it started to shrink. The brunette jumped off as it neared miniature horse size. Then, it was a simply a mosquito again. Before it could fly away, the blonde squished it beneath her shoe. She added a vehement, "And good riddance!" That's when she saw Rowan, still on the ground about 5 yards away.

She turned to the siblings and demanded, "Who is that?"