Author's Note:
"***" is a dream sequence. There will be one at the beginning and one at the end of the dream sequence.
Chapter 6: Memories
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A loud scream woke Danielle and she ran to her window. She couldn't see anyone there, but she heard another scream. She looked over at her twin brother and decided not to wake him up. She snuck out of the house, past Jack, Justin, Pascal, her mom, and her dad.
She followed the screams, which led her through an unfamiliar jungle. She saw a large white statue that had Komona writing and pictures all over it. She heard another scream, louder this time. She saw light shining through the trees, so she hid behind a bush and looked out. It was a small Komona village, but there were other people there too, in blue uniforms. They were speaking in Komona, so Danielle didn't understand them. But she could guess what they said.
"No! No! Don't take my baby!" one mom screamed in Komona as she pulled on her daughters arm. "No! Mother! Where are they taking me?" the girl screamed as she was taken away. These men were taking the children forcefully… They knew the Komona had no type of military, and that they could be defeated easily. Danielle felt rage run through her, they were taking advantage of Komona's ancient ways!
She heard a scream and saw a dad trying to save his son. "No! You can't take him from me! He's the only family I have!" the dad cried as he grabbed the uniformed man's arm. "Sorry sir. We're under strict orders to take all of the children and young women." the uniformed man said in English.
The Komona father didn't understand this man's words, but he could tell by the man's eyes, that he wasn't getting his son back. "Daddy!" the young boy cried as he was taken on the ship. The father cried out the boy's name, but Danielle didn't know what he was saying.
The ship began to sail away with the children, soldiers, and young women. The town cried in pain for the loss. The father cried out the boy's name again, and began to weep and repeat it. Another man, much older than the father, came and comforted him. "Calm down Roshu…" he said. Roshu… Danielle understood that name… "They are gone now."
Roshu hit the ground and yelled, "We should never have let the white men come…" Was he talking about… us?… "You should not have angered them. Now look what has happened." the old man said. "I just wanted to scare them away… not… this…." Roshu cried.
Danielle stepped back. She had seen more than a four-year-old should see. She ran home crying. When she told her parents about it the next morning, they thought she had dreamt it. "I didn't dream it… I didn't… It had to be real… It was real…" she thought.
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I woke up and rubbed my head. That was what happened at the statue! That hadn't been a dream… It had been a memory! Maybe… Sasha was that little boy! But then…. How could he be here now? "Maybe my theory is wrong…" I thought. I went and put on a dress for church and thought about it. Could it be?