I got taken into the past, I think. I woke up and saw my mother, father, and a boy.
'Is that Killian?' I thought, looking to a small boy, probably just nearly two-year-old."
They were about to enter a tent. But the area is not within the White Pack's territory. It doesn't look familiar to me.
"Where are they? What are they doing there?" I asked myself.
I followed them, and as I was almost near them, I shouted, "Mom! Dad! Killian! Where are you going?"
But they never turned to look at me. It was as if my family could not hear me.
"Was I not loud enough? Are they deaf? Or have I gone mute?"
I felt like I was already screaming from the top of my lungs, and they still could not hear me.
I followed them inside the tent. I saw a witch sitting with a crystal ball in front of her, on top of the table. She looked old and more of a tarot reader than a witch. But for whatever reason and as to how, I just know that she was a witch.
