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ldings, casting a hellish glow over the devastation. A massive fissure tore through the ground, stretching from the Mississippi River to the distant horizon. The earth seemed to be
St. Louis Cathedral, Jackson Square, Bourbon Street – were nothing but smoldering rubble. The once-majest
ng vortex of ash and smoke. The winds howled, whipping the flam
with an air of quiet contemplation of the destruction all around. Shrouded in shadows, the fig
able shadow over their face. Yet, as the winds died down for a fleeting momen
that seemed to burn like embers, t
ins as if searching for something - or someone. Their eyes locked onto a point
ed with an inner fire a
enched with sweat. She gasped for breath, her eyes scanning the familiar contours of her bedroom. Bu
angling in the air. The room spun around her, and she felt a wave of nausea wash
w, she murmured to herself, "It's j
the silence. She jumped, her heart ra
ther end of the line calming her down. "I'm just calling to remind y
ced herself to focus. "Yeah, I'm almost packed," she lied,
ed, sounding cheerful. Leila nodded, even though S
same city from her dreams. She pushed the thought aside, telling herself it was jus
white tank top with a jacket and cutup jeans, her long charcoal colored
making a mistake? What if visiting the city that's been haunting her dream
nineteenth birthday. She's tried talking to her mother about them, but she's never given her straight answer
late, and we need to hurry to catch our flight." Looking away from the window she hurried to pick up her bag and suitcases.
Sarah was a beautiful girl with deep blue eyes, with a head of long blonde hair, she was the most fashioniable
led with the bags. " But, of course, we're going to one of the wildest party towns, so a gir
their way towards their boarding area. The airport was a hub of activities as they made their way through, with passengers
. But as Leila looked out at the now cloudfilled sky after the plane took off