She woke up with a start.She had seen the same dream again-the remnants of a castle somewhere deep in the woods.She had been seeing this castle since ages and vividly recalled every detail.She twitched her scar just below the chin,a birth symbol which she detested, it was too prominent and she always caught people staring at it.
The next day in history class she gasped.The book had the same castle-The abode of Warrior Princess Amyra who ruled over a mighty empire and was revered by people.The pieces now fit in place,she touched her scar,this time with a sense of pride.
Linking this with #FridayFictioneers hosted by the amazing Rochelle Wiseoff.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week. Bloggers post their stories here and everyone ends up reading one another, including Rochelle who visits every post written— a fantastic encouragement for all the writers. If you’re interested, click here to read the amazing variety of narratives and storylines, inspired by the photo prompt.