The birds scattered in surprise, the wind swayed in the gentelest breeze, the small rabbits with their black spines darted in all directions then stoped to graze. In the far off horizon a farm house was seen, and from it ran a beautiful young girl. Her light blonde hair swayed this way and that, her long somewhat rag like dress flowed around her... tears flew out of her eyes. By her side ran a small dog, with brown and white fur. The young girls blue eyes closed in concern and she fell to the ground. Her worn nails grasped the earth as if she was about to fall into space. Her tears ran down her face and vanished into the dirt. Around her neck was a pearled locked. A light rain started, though there was not a cloud in the sky. The storm quickly passed, for it was one of those quick spring showers, and the young girl raised her head. She was by a beautiful weaping willow tree. She slowly got to her feet, as though a large weight was stapped to her neck and waist. Her dog had fallen asleep as she cried, he had heard her get up and got up as well. Curiously the young girl wandered under the wilow tree. as soon as she stepped under the leaning branches of the tree, she felt a kind of connection. she cautiously examined the tree, her eyes wondered from the highest branch, down through the leafs down the trunk, then up again and across one branch. It had been one of the larger branches, near the end of the branch was a long rope tied to it, her eyes followed the rope down to a beautiful wooden seat. The seat itself seemed almost as timeless as the willow. The girl wondered over to the swing, she circled it a few times, then slowly, carefully she placed her hand on the rope. A small ghasp excaped her mouth. A feeling, one she had never felt before had suddenly come over her. She grasped her silver locket, and examined the swing again. It was mainly wood, and had remarkable carvings of pure masterpeice all over it. The swing was white and somehwat worn. Her hand gently glided over the carvings, sudden memories she never knew existed ran through her mind. A song began to play in her mind, slowly at first she begins to dance using the swing as a partner. Almost suddenly she begins to sing the words running through her head. "dancing bears,... painted wings..things i almost remember... and a song someone sings once upon a december.... someone holds me safe and warm..., horses prance througha silver storm..., figures dancing gracefuly across my memory..." She had froze..where were these words coming from? They had come to her memory oh so suddenly. Her hand fell to her side, the swing had showed her something. What could all of these sudden memories mean?Alas she had not a clue of what her past could have held for her, she was adopted to her current house at about 7. The young girl had moved her focuse to her dog, who was leaping and biting at the hanging leaves. "Scamp here boy, we have to go.. " she was about to say home, but for her there was no home, no family,no friends besides scamp and Bell her caretakers daughter, no one. " we have to go back to the farm." Slowly she walked away, Scamp prancing after her. She began to hum her little melody the swing showed her,and she began to think of what the swing was trying to tell her. By sun down she was back at the farm house. "Where have you and your mongrel been?"a tall lean grey woman stood at the door. She had grey hair up in a bun, brown eyes, aged skin and an agrovated look. "Well?" she demanded an answer. "I was.. i was in the.. the feilds.. c ...... care taker" the young girl mumbled silently. "That is unacceptable Haiden.. you belong to me.. if i say jump you better be in the air by the time im done saying it. You got that little farm girl..?" Haiden slightley nodded her head, then walked off to her loft. Haiden slowly crept up the stairs, Scamp following her. She got to the loft, it had a small riftraft bed, a broken dresser, two lamps and a large window. " Home horrible home..." haiden said to herself. " Scamp??" haiden looked about the loft, "Scampers where are you?" She looked by the window, there stood Scamp.. he was in sudden shock. Outside they could see a mystic kind of light up in the sky, in the distance they saw the light came from the Willow tree. "What do you think it is Scamp?" Suddenly haiden heard a scream. She ran down the latter and into her care takers daughters room. The girl screamed in alarm as a dark somehwat transparent figure closed in on her. "Isabell!" she ran into the room, and stood just behind the figure clueless
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