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Her father would sit with her in that dreary house for hours in the night watching her recover from another bad dream, to him they were just Meir child dreams something that would progressively get better as she grew into a young lady.

This is what he would tell her....But she knew fate was warning her in small ways, telling her to beware of things too pass, the life she would lead would not be an average life.

Marie was brought up in a wealthy household, but her mother passed away while giving birth. No doctor could give and explanation but Marie’s father searched till he ends of the earth for an explanation to sooth his broken heart.

She spent most of her days attending school or accompanied by a nanny, but they never stayed long. There was a darkness being in Marias’s presence that disturbed the nannies in ways they could not explain. So as the years passed by the days grew longer and cold, Marie felt lonely whilst playing in the front yard on her own but always knew the evening would be spent comforted by her loving father.

A dark and rainy night came too pass, the windows shuttered and the sky lit up in furious thunder bolts, destroying anything in there path. Marie wept under the blanket sweet dripping from her brow and a feeling of pain within her heart. This was no ordinary night. Things were calling to Marie but she could not understand, the sun arrised and morning was upon her once again. Marie told herself that this night was a imagination, she had brought it on herself for being so frightened. And it did not happen a again but Marie did not sleep in comfort.

It was the year of 2000. Marie had blossomed into a natural buety. Her hair was black and curled like the petals of a rose, her lips as red as the sunset and wide dark green eyes that showed a place deeper than the heavens. No man could walk past Marie with ought stopping to admire her buety. Marie had built up a life in the city of New York caring for older people but still always had the feeling something more was too be made of her life, and she was right.

A man came to see Marie one Rainey morning he had long dark hair and a short stubbly beard, his cloak swept across one shoulder giving him a mysteries presence. He told her too travel to the village of Umrar for information she had yet to be told and to ask for a man named Chrileyest, so Marie packed her things and her savings of money too do exactly what this man had said, a long journey awaited her.

She was too take a plane to the deserts of Kilisiers and travel by foot through the deserted area till she came across a camel shop where she could rent a camel who would carry her the rest of her journey till the village Mebab was in sight. The sun beated down on Marie’s body like hot ash, a burning sensation fills her nostrils from the warm air she was deeply breathing in. Her thigh muscles tightened like her craving heart. Finally through the waves of hot air Marie could make out a small village, with brown shattered houses and dusty paths, but all she could think about was the cold water hitting her lips like a waterfall.

The village Mebab was silent, not a single person was too be seen or heard. Dust filled air and so did Marie’s anticipation.