InsaneJournal

A boy. A girl. A forest. Why are they taunting my dreams? What do they mean?

These are the question Marian had been asking herself all night. She had been pacing for the last hour after waking up from another dream. They kept on featuring the same boy and girl and what seemed to be a village, but the rest she could not work out. Had they been her past? The only events of her past she can remember is her mother being slain and their house being burnt to the ground. What did this boy have to do with her? Was that young girl her and where were they?

Having enough, Marian slumped her back against the wall of her prison cell. She wanted, needed to get out. It has been years since being brought here and she has had enough. Folding her arms, she turned her head, glancing to the door, wondering if he was going to come back soon.