Ireland stood in front of the plastic folding chair wearing a black dress, and swaying slightly because of the high heels she had on. Hot tears ran down her face and she bit her lip to keep herself silent. Sasha Ireland‟s little sister had her head rested agenst Ireland‟s ribcage, and was sobbing quietly. Their mom saw the two girls and put her arm around them. Ireland remembered the dog who stood at her side, she looked down at him he seemed just as sad as the rest of the family. The minister started the message by saying “officer Brian Swift, was a great police officer, father and husband. He was killed in the line of duty.” Ireland didn‟t hear much after that she just felt numb and was absent mindedly stroking the dog at her side. He had been her father service partner and the family pet; he was big German shepherded named Jasper. When the service was over, Ireland was no longer numb she felt a mix of sadness in knowing she wouldn‟t she her dad again, happiness because she knew he was with the lord and anger towards who had killed her father.
A few weeks latter...
It was midnight when Ireland put down one of her favorite books, The Cry of the Ice Mark. She was lying in her bed daydreaming about being taken to another world like the one in her story. She loved the thought of being able escape reality for awhile. She had never really fit in to her family she was adopted, and unlike the rest of her family she was outgoing, loud, and sarcastic. At school no one liked her because she was always in a book or daydreaming, and the other kids thought she was just a freak. She was an average looking girl, with long blonde, curly hair. She was of medium height and thin, but the feature that stood out the most was her deep blue eyes. The most piercing and chilling eyes, but also the most beautiful. They would turn gray as a storm cloud whenever she got frustrated or angry.
Ireland finally fell asleep, her mind on her story, slowly the dreams took her away. In this particular dream she was awaken in the middle of the night by two people a man and a woman dressed in all black. They told her that she must come with them, that her country was in danger.
Ireland woke the next morning and wrote her dream in her dream journal. She did this with every dream she could remember. She got dressed as usual and headed for school, she was a freshman in high school. When she reached school the day went normal, except for the fact she fell asleep in the library which she had never done before. She had almost the exact same dream she had had the night before. Except this time in the dream she met someone who even in her unconscious state she felt a deep connection with someone she had known and known well.
“Ireland, Ireland honey” said the librarian shaking her gently, “are you feeling ok?”Concern rang in her voice.
“Oh, sorry yeah, I‟m fine, just tired” yawned Ireland, more to reassure herself than anyone else. She wanted that to be true, that nothing was wrong, but something told her that if was far more than that. She rarely felt emotion in her dreams, so to have such a strong feeling was bazaar, but she was able to push these thoughts out of her head.
