Fifty Eight

“ Katrienair, my sister” a voice came. I looked around, disoriented. The once snow land has melted to form a clear green phosphorescence on the open field. I mean—the snow land in my dreams.The silhouette of a lady standing afar was the only discernible figure on the field. It was raining and all I could hear was the forced breath of a being, muttering 'my sister'.

Light flashed from the sky giving me a slight glimpse of the figure. A lady in blood stained white garment, her dirty golden hair covering her face. She was white—extremely pale.

“my sister help me!” she screamed. It was like she's struggling with some forces threatening to take away her voice or even her being. As she screamed, her figure was suppressed to the ground, till it completely vanished. I tried to move but my limbs didn't budge, all was still. I could only blink and gasp. Green light flashed again, the figure was no more and her screams, all gone.

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