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"You had another dream didn't you" Flint asked staring inquisitively at Sophia.  "Another voyage down a wise stream maybe?" "How do you know these things?"  Sophia replied. "I recognise the signs" she smiled, "only a wise stream could force someone to wake with such an intrigued yet petrified look on their face."  She paused "so what did you see?" Sophia turned away and closed her eyes, concentrating on what her mind was trying so hard to block out. "The stream flowed through a village, a single candle burnt in every window of every house. Glowing faces lined the banks. It was eerily quiet, still, and cold, oh so cold. A man came to me,

I don't know if it was the sound of my heart beating or the sound of your footsteps as you ran away that thumped in my head as I lay on the pavement bleeding. My face had become numb to the pain; That repeated surge of pain that I felt every time a foot stamped on my head. The blood trickled down my face, coloured my sight. Almost like rose tinted glasses stopping me from seeing the coward that you really were. You deserved every white feather sent. I remember the stabbing pain that rushed through me. The adrenaline kicked into play. Was it from the knife now in my shoulder or the one you had inpaled straight through my heart. It's hard to te

Its your time now. This machine, this contraption, this is the only link to our heritage, our origins, our home. But I don't need to express the meaning of that to you do I? Of course I don't. You know the importance of what I am trying to say. I can see it in your eyes. Those deep, dark eyes. Absorbing light and converting it to electro-chemical impulses, used to see but showing oh so much more. like shining windows into the vortex itself. You were ment for this, to do marvelous, bewildering things. You are my daughter after all. My mind but with your mothers heart. Shouldn't be possible, but yet here you are. You were born to do more

It had been three days since the onslaught that left Flint separated from the rest of the worriers. That's if there were any left, she could only hope that the battle had been won and that her family and fellow villagers were safe. As for her, she was lost. Chased into the forest buy a pack of war hounds, ferocious and vile creatures that would chase you to the ends of the earth if ordered to. She thought the forest was her best bet, she knew the surrounding area like the back of her hand, she played there as a child and trained with bows and swords as a teenager. Normally the women would be taught to cook and weave but not her, she had far t