It's a normal night for Bella. She did her normal night routine. She had dinner, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth and head to bed. Bella fell asleep quickly. She began to dream. The dream seemed normal, it was a sunny day, the grass was green and fresh. Untouched. The air around her was clean. There were no sounds but her laughter with her mother. At the top of the hill, there was a willow tree with a swing on the highest branch. Bella was having a picnic with her mother. There was a brown wicker basket full of apples, oranges, grapes, cheese sandwiches and all sorts of jams. It was perfect.
Bella was picking some daisies when she heard mother calling her over. Bella started running over to her mother but every time she stepped forward, her mother seemed further and further away then all of a sudden, a voice. A deep, hoarse voice. It echoed around her. Echoed in her head. She felt the vibrations rumbling through the floor. She could feel it in her chest. It was like a concert thumping in her soul. The voice was everywhere. Clouds rolled in from all directions, covering the bright sunshine, they thundered as they flowed in. A strong wind picked up and shook the Willow tree. A mist seeped in around Bella. The wind kept getting stronger, Bella could barely keep her feet on the ground. The voice boomed around her once more. Lightning struck and Bella screamed. She closed her eyes and everything went silent. Bella slowly opened her eyes and saw everything was still. The lightning hadn't hit the floor, it was almost as if it was frozen in time. Bella looked around, she saw nothing but mist, heard nothing but her shaky breaths, then, a figure emerged from the mist.
