Chapter Eleven: Long Ago And Far Away

Someone was crying. Amber opened her eyes, slowly letting them adjust to the days brightness. She was sitting in a grassy break in in the surrounding forest. Across from her, in a soft white dress, was a little girl. Her back was stick strait, her arms hung at her sides, and her head was tilted all the way back with her mouth wide open wailing. There was something strange about her. Something not quiet right. Amber stood, slowly moving towards her. The girl stopped her cry's dropping her head down and staring at Amber wide eyed. "I miss him." said the girl quietly. Amber paused."Who?" The girl sniffled and touched the pendant that hung from her neck.Amber was cold. "His name is Darrow." Mumbled the little girl. Amber reached out for the pendant the girl held, she had to know for sure. But the world around her faded and she was plunged back into darkness. This time to come out along side a road. Here there where no trees to be seen, just the road winding and twisting around grassy hills. Far away a caravan appeared, Its brightly colored top marking the wagons as belonging to traders. As they drew closer one of the men on the lead wagon waved and shouted a greeting.The caravan halted some ten feet from Amber's position, the lead man gestured for her to join them. Here to something seamed off. The man look...Familiar. All of them, Men, women, children. And then she spotted him. Sitting alone under one of the wagons was Darrow. Not the Darrow who she now new,but the Darrow who she had known. The boy sat cross legged cradling something in his palm. She didn't have to look to know what it was, she was the one who had given it to him. Quickly she approached him. Sliding under the wagon and crossing her legs. The boy looked at her. Amber touched the pendant in his hand, reaching out with her mind she connected to him, to his thoughts, his dreams, his memory. It was harder this time. Harder then it had been when she had linked minds with his as an adult. And now it made sense. This was why it had been easy in the future. She had linked in the past. Not in her past but in his. The boy was looking at her now, confusion evident on his little face, but there was no time to explain, or try to, the darkness had returned.