Kapitel 94: Chapter 94 Fragments

Freya’s P.O.V

Freya…Freya…

Who was it? Who was calling me?

The voice sounded so familiar. So close…yet so distant…

Freya…

A hand brushed over my forehead, jolting me awake…and I opened my eyes to my mother’s face looming over me.

“Mom?” I sat up quickly, startled and afraid; but there was no blood falling from her cheeks today. Her face was the same as I remembered from my childhood; beautiful and kind. And she was smiling at me.

We were in our backyard, in our old house. It was before our house turned into a place of ruin. The old oak tree at the very end of our fence was still green and shady and the afternoon sun was warm on my face as a cool breeze blew through the flowering gardens that my mother used to maintain all by herself.