Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 46 - Burn (Faith Ashlynn POV) Pt.3

Heyyy... so about the way Faith talks when little... SHE'S LITTLE. Maybe between age three and five. She doesn't have perfect enunciation, so I write it how it sounds coming out because if there's one thing I dislike is reading something that a three - five-year-old is saying but they say it better than a thirty-year-old or something lol. But if that bothers you... uhm... I have no advice because I'm not changing it 

Chapter 46 – Burn (Faith Ashlynn POV) Pt.3

Then. "Why deres no lwittle people wike me?" Wyatt had all the answers. "Soon little one, you'll have a brother to play with and a mommy." Wyatt never lies, but even I knew that I didn't have those two things, but if Wyatt said I'd have them, then I knew I would. He never breaks a promise.

Now. "I's dwont want to be awone," I recall telling Wyatt when I was younger but not his response. It does not matter what he said after that though.

I was alone anyways.

Closing my eyes now, my mind pulls up the crystal clear image of a place that I do not know, but can now recall perfectly. The mountains are white capped, as the sun uses them as a mirror to shine the light equally in every direction. It's a magical sight, something I know without a doubt is nothing on this planet.

Beautifully magical, behind my lids, the greens are in numerous shades surrounding the fallen ground near it. Gravel gray stone gives way to the bottom. Deep down there is fog that prevents me from seeing any more than twelve feet down. In the far distance behind this magnificent tree, the entrance Wyatt has walked many times in my head now, is a wide waterfall. From corner to corner, from this picture in my mind I cannot truly understand where the waterfalls come from, but I see them.

The tree must be older than old; the roots winding and keeping the gate entrance hidden are thick.

Maybe the size of my torso in some places. Larger in other.

I do not know this place here on Earth, but I know it as a little girl. I remember watching from high above, as Wyatt would leave me. A cobblestone – almost lined like bricks – path that disappears when Wyatt is with me.

Was with me.

As I stare straight ahead, I shake my head. What did I know? Maybe this place existed in the world but I did not know it. Still, there was something magical about what I was recalling.

"Please, trust this memory Fatima, after you've remembered the coordinates, run." Yet here I sat immobile and terrified. Nothing made sense to me right now. Wyatt saw this happening? If only you could trust Cynthia, then you could ask her, I think enticing an eye-roll.

At this point, it'd be better to trust a Loyalist that doesn't exist as far as I've seen than trusting that doesn't exist as far as I've seen than trusting Cynthia of all people. That woman didn't have a truthful bone in her body.

She knew I had power, how else would Lydia have known?

Was this the trouble that Wyatt spoke of? How could I trust-

"I wanna hear wix angels," I pull a memory up to the forefront of my mind on my own. It's as though, I have the answers inside me, pulling them out but I do not know how. "The Six Angels," I feel, or rather am seeing this from my younger selves point of view. I nod, as I can tell by the way my picture changes.

"Okay, the Six Zedwood Angels," inside my chest – as though I have no control – my heart beats faster, excited. "Many years ago, when the world was just created, there was an Angel-"