They found
me when I was five; a little girl sitting on a bench in Grand Central
Station, soaking wet, asking about the rain.
I remembered nothing about how I got there, or who my parents were. I
couldn’t even remember my name. I was tagged, labeled and doomed to
cycle through state care for the next twelve years; moving from one
family to another. They all rejected me as the dreams began to come, the
memories began to return, and things around me began to explode.
Now my mind is full of a world of shadows, things that my heart pleads
with me to be true, that I hope are only fantasy. That the disturbing
past I see is not mine.
When I sleep I hear whispers of magic, and of evil queens, and a world
that exists alongside our own. Things that could never be. But, there is
one thing I know to be true. That there was a boy who was torn from me.
A boy that I know means more to me than a brother, or than a lover. But
what he is to me, I am not sure. I hear him cry for me in my dreams, I
hear people call him The Catalyst.
I know I need to find him.
I wouldn’t have tried, if I would have known that finding River, would
have made all my dreams turn into a haunting reality.
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