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Prologue:

Avalynn snapped awake and sat up soaked in sweat, her emerald eyes wide with fear and confusion. Her long, usually silky black hair had matted in places, leaving some strands glued to her face, and others to her neck and back. The girl's hands trembled ever so slightly as she switched on the lamp next to her and put her pale face in her hands. It was that stupid dream, that stupid, damn dream that incessantly occurred. It was so vivid, so real, that every time she dreamt it, the toll on her awakened mind was worse. Of the other three times she'd had this dream within the past month, this was the worst yet. The first dream Avalynn had was shrugged off, the second had startled her, the third had left her in a slight sweat, and this, the fourth dream, had left her in the current condition. Now, of course, dreams have different meanings to different people. To some people, dreams are nothing but your imagination at work while you sleep, to others; dreams are an annoyance, something completely irrelevant and unneeded. Yet to some people, dreams mean something more. To this particular 24 year old, dreams were nothing but the imagination; however her opinion was starting to change, thanks to this particular recurring dream.

Avalynn sighed heavily and brushed aside the tangled strands of black hair that clung to her face, snatching up an orange bottle filled with pills from the nightstand on her left. She popped the cap open and grabbed two of the tiny blue pills that fell out into her hand as she tipped the bottle. Throwing them in her mouth, she reached in the narrow space between her bed and nightstand to produce a water bottle. After taking the pills and returning the bottles to their appropriate places, the girl let herself fall back into the pillow behind her, burying her face. Muffled, but still heard, she hummed the tune of a lullaby until sleep welcomed her in its arms once again.

Description
Prologue:

Avalynn snapped awake and sat up soaked in sweat, her emerald eyes wide with fear and confusion. Her long, usually silky black hair had matted in places, leaving some strands glued to her face, and others to her neck and back. The girl's hands trembled ever so slightly as she switched on the lamp next to her and put her pale face in her hands. It was that stupid dream, that stupid, damn dream that incessantly occurred. It was so vivid, so real, that every time she dreamt it, the toll on her awakened mind was worse. Of the other three times she'd had this dream within the past month, this was the worst yet. The first dream Avalynn had was shrugged off, the second had startled her, the third had left her in a slight sweat, and this, the fourth dream, had left her in the current condition. Now, of course, dreams have different meanings to different people. To some people, dreams are nothing but your imagination at work while you sleep, to others; dreams are an annoyance, something completely irrelevant and unneeded. Yet to some people, dreams mean something more. To this particular 24 year old, dreams were nothing but the imagination; however her opinion was starting to change, thanks to this particular recurring dream.

Avalynn sighed heavily and brushed aside the tangled strands of black hair that clung to her face, snatching up an orange bottle filled with pills from the nightstand on her left. She popped the cap open and grabbed two of the tiny blue pills that fell out into her hand as she tipped the bottle. Throwing them in her mouth, she reached in the narrow space between her bed and nightstand to produce a water bottle. After taking the pills and returning the bottles to their appropriate places, the girl let herself fall back into the pillow behind her, burying her face. Muffled, but still heard, she hummed the tune of a lullaby until sleep welcomed her in its arms once again.