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          The late autumn leaves began to fall as cold winds began to pick up speed. The woods were getting darker by the second."What do you see?" the faint voice questioned. "I-I can't see anything!" 12-year old Marceline responded with an edge to her voice. "There is more than what meets the eye," it raised its voice. "Look deeper," it then commanded. Slowly, the dead leaves were forming a ring around the girl. As cold sweat dripped down her brows, she shut her eyes and reconsidered why she ever begged for the old visions in the first place. Her heart panicked when the winds intensified and the woods now pitch black. She clasped both her hands onto her chest to ease the irregular heartbeat, but there was no stopping an aching heart full of fear.

          Thinking she would not make it through the looming darkness, the necklace shone without the light of day. The crystal began to disperse its sapphire shades into the woods and paved a blank floor, as if there was polished concrete spread onto the dry foresty grounds. Once the light had shimmered light for quite sometime, the woods somehow felt as if the clock stopped ticking. Marceline loosened her grip, realizing she had held on too hard to the point her short nails had nearly pierced through her tee. Her heart gradually loosened a bit too, but was not out of hot water. The now calmer voice asked her again, "What do you see?" softly. As she stood in place, her eyelids reduced its tension and wondered through the depths of the black woods. It was then she felt a presence of some sort. An animal perhaps? Like a bird? "Hey, do you feel a prescenc-" she asked and nearly glimpsed from behind before she got cut off abrupty. "Remember you must never look turn around," it reminded forcingly. She flinched and locked back in place. "What ever you see must be in front of your face." Why though? she thought to herself.

          She closed her eyes once again and fragments of moments were beginning to accumulate in her head, moments she had never seen, but as more and more built up like missing parts of a broken statue, it was slowly coming together. "I can't see anything," she said. "Are... YOU-" the voice had almost lost its patience. But before it could, she continued her answer. "...but I can feel it!" she realized. The scent of air was misted with a splash of a flower field that matched the elegance of the golden sun-- a field of sun-blissed sunflowers!! "I feel Caleb!" she answered with glee. "What..?" the voice bluntly said. And then the scent of something so fruity and frothy she could imagine tasting. But it felt nostalgic, something familiar. "A strawberry milkshake!" Marceline blurted out. She felt the voice silently questioning her every thought. She looked deeper through the scent of the milkshake, and all she could smell was a place stained of fast food. "No wait, it's a diner!" she recalled as she looked further in. "Kyle!" she cried as her heart relieved and beated faster with anticipation. "Good job, now, what are they doing?" it continued to probe further. Marceline didn't answer it. She wasn't done.

          Another presence was around, and it didn't have any of the modern feels to it. On top of that, it was the presence she felt that distanced itself away from them; it hadn't set its eyes on her like the other two boys. She felt crimson silk run through the edges of the vision. The strong unrecognizable foreign variety of warm-colored spices, followed with hotter air, stung her nose harshly and made her cough, desperate for fresh air. It took some time before she could sense the colors of the wind to realize it was not purely the dusted vermillion spices. Blood. The presence was unrecognizable yet so familiar. Who else could it be? If it can't be someone I've never seen, she pondered. Then it has to be only someone that I've felt. Someone that I've heard... Directing herself to the voice, she whispered her final answers. "I see you."
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Wooo! That took some time! I started this on February 5th and finished it on the 9th! It was today I not only found time to post it, but to write about it! This is Marceline, a.k.a Macky (Mack-ee), when she was 12 years old, envisioning the "remnants of the past." Who is Kyle and Caleb to her? And who is the voice? The past is yet to be unfolded...

Description
          The late autumn leaves began to fall as cold winds began to pick up speed. The woods were getting darker by the second."What do you see?" the faint voice questioned. "I-I can't see anything!" 12-year old Marceline responded with an edge to her voice. "There is more than what meets the eye," it raised its voice. "Look deeper," it then commanded. Slowly, the dead leaves were forming a ring around the girl. As cold sweat dripped down her brows, she shut her eyes and reconsidered why she ever begged for the old visions in the first place. Her heart panicked when the winds intensified and the woods now pitch black. She clasped both her hands onto her chest to ease the irregular heartbeat, but there was no stopping an aching heart full of fear.

          Thinking she would not make it through the looming darkness, the necklace shone without the light of day. The crystal began to disperse its sapphire shades into the woods and paved a blank floor, as if there was polished concrete spread onto the dry foresty grounds. Once the light had shimmered light for quite sometime, the woods somehow felt as if the clock stopped ticking. Marceline loosened her grip, realizing she had held on too hard to the point her short nails had nearly pierced through her tee. Her heart gradually loosened a bit too, but was not out of hot water. The now calmer voice asked her again, "What do you see?" softly. As she stood in place, her eyelids reduced its tension and wondered through the depths of the black woods. It was then she felt a presence of some sort. An animal perhaps? Like a bird? "Hey, do you feel a prescenc-" she asked and nearly glimpsed from behind before she got cut off abrupty. "Remember you must never look turn around," it reminded forcingly. She flinched and locked back in place. "What ever you see must be in front of your face." Why though? she thought to herself.

          She closed her eyes once again and fragments of moments were beginning to accumulate in her head, moments she had never seen, but as more and more built up like missing parts of a broken statue, it was slowly coming together. "I can't see anything," she said. "Are... YOU-" the voice had almost lost its patience. But before it could, she continued her answer. "...but I can feel it!" she realized. The scent of air was misted with a splash of a flower field that matched the elegance of the golden sun-- a field of sun-blissed sunflowers!! "I feel Caleb!" she answered with glee. "What..?" the voice bluntly said. And then the scent of something so fruity and frothy she could imagine tasting. But it felt nostalgic, something familiar. "A strawberry milkshake!" Marceline blurted out. She felt the voice silently questioning her every thought. She looked deeper through the scent of the milkshake, and all she could smell was a place stained of fast food. "No wait, it's a diner!" she recalled as she looked further in. "Kyle!" she cried as her heart relieved and beated faster with anticipation. "Good job, now, what are they doing?" it continued to probe further. Marceline didn't answer it. She wasn't done.

          Another presence was around, and it didn't have any of the modern feels to it. On top of that, it was the presence she felt that distanced itself away from them; it hadn't set its eyes on her like the other two boys. She felt crimson silk run through the edges of the vision. The strong unrecognizable foreign variety of warm-colored spices, followed with hotter air, stung her nose harshly and made her cough, desperate for fresh air. It took some time before she could sense the colors of the wind to realize it was not purely the dusted vermillion spices. Blood. The presence was unrecognizable yet so familiar. Who else could it be? If it can't be someone I've never seen, she pondered. Then it has to be only someone that I've felt. Someone that I've heard... Directing herself to the voice, she whispered her final answers. "I see you."
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Wooo! That took some time! I started this on February 5th and finished it on the 9th! It was today I not only found time to post it, but to write about it! This is Marceline, a.k.a Macky (Mack-ee), when she was 12 years old, envisioning the "remnants of the past." Who is Kyle and Caleb to her? And who is the voice? The past is yet to be unfolded...