The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 505) Our Home
“You can open your eyes.” Says Crispin as he runs his fingers along Lyla’s chin. The murkiness around them is still there but soon begins to diminish. Lyla can now see Crispin clearly. He is standing in front of her, facing her and he greets her with a wide smile. The feeling of floating has stopped and she looks down at the stone path below her feet.
The hazy misty smoke that surrounds them begins to float away. Starting at their feet it pulls back and clears rather quickly. Shaking her head slightly, she finds herself standing where she has stood before in many dreams and visions. Out in front of her are hills of green and clusters of wildflowers in bloom speckled along the land. The sky is a brilliant color of blue, flecked with dabbles of white puffy clouds that drift slowly past the brightness of the sun.
“What is this?” she questions as she looks around at the gorgeous surroundings. There is no deep ravine or cliff to fall from only miles of tranquil landscape.
“This is home,” says Crispin, “this is our home.”
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