Sapphire R
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It is of a girl remembering something that happened in a past life (message me and I'll send you a link to the full story 
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A storm was brewing over the mountains and I was standing on the cliff edge, holding a sword out in front of me, trying to ward off an attacker. I knew that the situation was hopeless, either I would fall over the brink or my attacker should reach me. He had me backed into a corner. Sighing, and terrified, I tried not to step any futher back while my subconcious urged me to.
"Please, don't hurt me!" I begged, grovelling and the cloaked figure opposite me just laughed. A cruel, barking,harsh laugh.
"Don't hurt me," I said, and this time I tried to make it sound more like an order. I glanced up at the sky for just a second to see lightening bolts begin to cascade from the sky, lighting up the scene. I knew that the change in weather was because of me - yet I was too paranoid and scared to stop the storm. And did it really matter?
"Don't hurt me? I wouldn't hurt you, Rebbecca." My so-called attacker removed the cloak and I gasped, seeing my brother's face staring back at me. I was so shocked and confused that I almost fell off of the precipice.
"What are you doing here?" I spat, for a second forgetting my position- and how I should be more wary.
"What am I doing? Why were you here, anyway? I came to ask you something. Just one thing. Do you know anyone called Rochelle?" he sounded anxious and almost worried.
I couldn't help but laugh. My brother, travelling miles to ask me a simple question, that couldn't matter. "No, strange name that. Why? Do you?"
His face quirked into a smile. "I do. But I don't think she knows me, yet." He seemed to be laughing at something, and I couldn't understand what.
Then he leaned forward and offered me a hand, pulling me back off of the edge to safety.
"Rebbecca. Do your best not to forget. It's so important. Don't forget. Promise me, that you will at least remember this, 'We needn't fight. Hide if you can. It needn't be your fight, this has nothing to do with you.'
He was staring into mine, Rebbecca's eyes, but I knew with utmost certainty that he was passing a message onto me, through her memories. Don't fight. But why would he tell me that? Surely he knew that you couldn't beat a prophecy?
I blinked and returned to the memory.
"Excuse me? Jack, you're the enemy now. You can't tell me not to do anything, it's possible we're not the people in the prophecy anyhow. You can't tell me what to do, I shouldn't even be here!" I tried to yank out of his reach but he kept his grip tight for just a second.
"I'm not talking about you, Rebbeca." He shook his head as if deeply disturbed.
"You know what, it doesn't matter- not yet."
He released me and nodded towards the lone white stallion standing a few metres away.
"You take the horse, I'll walk."
I climbed onto the horse, knowing that I shouldn't take anything from the enemy - I should report his position - but that I couldn't. For he had once been my brother.
) A storm was brewing over the mountains and I was standing on the cliff edge, holding a sword out in front of me, trying to ward off an attacker. I knew that the situation was hopeless, either I would fall over the brink or my attacker should reach me. He had me backed into a corner. Sighing, and terrified, I tried not to step any futher back while my subconcious urged me to.
"Please, don't hurt me!" I begged, grovelling and the cloaked figure opposite me just laughed. A cruel, barking,harsh laugh.
"Don't hurt me," I said, and this time I tried to make it sound more like an order. I glanced up at the sky for just a second to see lightening bolts begin to cascade from the sky, lighting up the scene. I knew that the change in weather was because of me - yet I was too paranoid and scared to stop the storm. And did it really matter?
"Don't hurt me? I wouldn't hurt you, Rebbecca." My so-called attacker removed the cloak and I gasped, seeing my brother's face staring back at me. I was so shocked and confused that I almost fell off of the precipice.
"What are you doing here?" I spat, for a second forgetting my position- and how I should be more wary.
"What am I doing? Why were you here, anyway? I came to ask you something. Just one thing. Do you know anyone called Rochelle?" he sounded anxious and almost worried.
I couldn't help but laugh. My brother, travelling miles to ask me a simple question, that couldn't matter. "No, strange name that. Why? Do you?"
His face quirked into a smile. "I do. But I don't think she knows me, yet." He seemed to be laughing at something, and I couldn't understand what.
Then he leaned forward and offered me a hand, pulling me back off of the edge to safety.
"Rebbecca. Do your best not to forget. It's so important. Don't forget. Promise me, that you will at least remember this, 'We needn't fight. Hide if you can. It needn't be your fight, this has nothing to do with you.'
He was staring into mine, Rebbecca's eyes, but I knew with utmost certainty that he was passing a message onto me, through her memories. Don't fight. But why would he tell me that? Surely he knew that you couldn't beat a prophecy?
I blinked and returned to the memory.
"Excuse me? Jack, you're the enemy now. You can't tell me not to do anything, it's possible we're not the people in the prophecy anyhow. You can't tell me what to do, I shouldn't even be here!" I tried to yank out of his reach but he kept his grip tight for just a second.
"I'm not talking about you, Rebbeca." He shook his head as if deeply disturbed.
"You know what, it doesn't matter- not yet."
He released me and nodded towards the lone white stallion standing a few metres away.
"You take the horse, I'll walk."
I climbed onto the horse, knowing that I shouldn't take anything from the enemy - I should report his position - but that I couldn't. For he had once been my brother.