Confused. So very confused. George tells me this device may come back, and that does not sound good at all. I just hope and pray that whatever it is, does not come back.

“Do you think it will come back?” I ask George.

“Hmm... the prophecy says that it does, so probably” George says.

“I’m scared”

“I am scared to... it is dark, we should be leaving... we will see you in the morning”

“Okay, good night”

“Good night to you to” George and the other bunnies leave and disappear into the bushes. I sit and stare into the crystal, the prophecy, the image of the device hovering over the lake. What is it? Where has it come from? Why is it there? There must be answers to all of this. Maybe it is to do with my past. The past that I want to forget all about and put behind me. I came here for happiness. But all of this is turning into something else. And I don’t like the sound of where this is going. I put the crystal down, stare up at the sky, and find myself falling into a deep sleep. 

The End

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