I came back from my trip to the market. I see the castle in flames. It smells like burning bricks and silks. I hear people screaming left and right. I drop the basket I'm holding and run to the burning building. “ I have to find my sister,” I yell. Someone comes up behind me and grabs my arm stopping me. “It's too late, she's gone” the person says in a calm voice. I smell a sweet lavender scent. The last thing I see is a boy my age wearing all black. “Sweet dreams” I hear in a sing-song voice. Then my vision went black. I open my eyes and gasp for air. The boy in black is sitting in front of me. I see his face for the first time. His hair is a dark hazel brown and his eyes are a sharp shade of green. Suddenly a cold hand grabs my shoulder and my vision goes black once again.

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