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Chapter Four- A chance of “Hope”
“So you met Tormentor, huh? How bad was it?” Danielle was startled to hear a third voice. From the back of the cell, the girl who spoke up stepped out of the shadows. She was not a big girl, only about four feet tall, and she had hair as white as freshly fallen snow. She had almond shaped eyes, which had a purple coloring to them, which really went well with her light blue skin. Despite this odd color arrangement, one might call the girl pretty. The air around her seemed to be cleaner than the air she was breathing, so Danielle seemed to be drawn to her.
Wait a second; the girl could actually talk! Why could she talk?
<I can hear you!> Danielle exclaimed.
“I know it’s great huh?” the strange little girl asked. “Not many people hear can actually talk. It’s mostly telepathy in the castle.”
<What about outside the castle?> Danielle asked with curiosity.
“EVERYONE uses their voices. When you’re captured, it’s usually because something bad is happening. That is why you talk in your head.” She explained this as she stepped closer to Danielle.
<Do you know how to leave the castle? Or are we trapped here?>
“You ask a lot of questions don’t you? No, I only know that when I wake up, then I’m back in the real world, but every night I when I go to sleep, I’m here!” she said with a smile. “The name’s Hope, by the way, what’s yours?”
<Danielle. You mean that we’re connected or something? But you’re blue, are you a human?>
“Yes, when you’re not sad or scared you can change your color whenever you want. Look!” Right then, Hope’s color changed from blue green, and her eyes turned yellow, like that of a cat’s. “Cool right? It’s like a sci-fi movie. It’s pretty cool, don’t you think? Didn’t believe it myself at first, but yeah, it’s true. The world is connected by dreams. When and where we meet is random, but if you find other people who are real, then you can talk to them like we’re talking now.”
Nothing Hope said made any sense, but it was fascinating to hear. The thought that people are connected by dreams brought some, well, hope into her mind. But there were a lot of unanswered questions about this dream. Why couldn’t people who weren’t happy use their voice, while this girl clearly could? For that matter, why was this girl happy about being here at all? Why could this Tormentor guy hear her thoughts? These and others raced through her mind as she continued to find out more about this bizarre dream that invaded her thoughts.