Ancient Enemy pt 1
The dream had been dark and hazy. The images had rushed past in an incongruent jumble. Brianna blinked her eyes and brushed a water straightened lock of her normally curly auburn hair off her lightly freckled cheek. The dream had been to chaotic and unclear. The images had come to fast and to clouded for her to completely unravel its meaning. The hot water had washed away the soiled feeling of the dream, turning her pale, freckled skin pink in the process....