I was standing in the mall watching everyone rush by, my eyes searching.
They had told me that he would be here, that you would be here.
Well before I start confusing everyone I should tell you who I am and possibly start from the beginning.
My name is Rara Avis, I know, strange huh? It is latin for "a rare bird". My parents didn't think they could have children that is what the doctors told them. But one stormy morning in February, the twentynineth to be exact, my mother felt awful pains in her stomach, it was like nothing she had felt before and it wouldn't stop!
So my father apparently drove like mad in the car to get her to the hospital.
And I was born that same day!
Ever since I can remeber I have had some sort of dream, or well not dream exactly, just voices, voices in the dark telling me things.
I do know that it sounds peculiar but I don't know how else to describe it, well there is no other way becaus that is exactly what it is, voices in the dark when I'm asleep or completely relaxed.
The story I wanted to tell you starts just a few months ago.
I hade dozed off while looking at my boring history homework, history isn't really my cup off tea, the future is more of my things.
That is when the voices spoke again, like small small wispers only, much less distinct than usual, vispers that sounded like "New place" and "the revered". Usually the voices makes sence to me or at least sort off but when I woke up by someone knocking on my bedroom door I was just utterly confused.
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