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Portrayer Chapter 1
It was a cold, gloomy day on Fear Hills.  The wind sang silent songs as the trees fidgeted silently in the dark.   I stood on my porch as I watched silently as the occasional blackbird attempted to pick at the young buds on the trees.  Today would be considered a good day.  Normally not a bird dare fly near my home, and today the weather was brighter. 
 
    I tightened my robe around me as a cold chill ran down my spine.  It was 10 past 9 and the sun was dawning.  I was tired, but I forced myself awake.  After the sun had completely fallen, I went inside my log cabin doors and locked them tightly.  I had several locks on my door in fear of what was out there.  I could hear the howls of the wolves and the cries of the people-or was it my imagination.  Some might say I have cabin fever, but I say I am just crazy.  I have been alone in this secluded mountain; The nearest road or person is over 9 miles away from here.  
 
    I have been alone since my parents died 5 years ago.  Some would say that it is not right for a 13 year old to be living alone; let alone in the forest.  I say there is nothing wrong, I have grown used to the mountainous conditions and secluded arrangements.   I crossed the room to my bed and lay down, drowning out the mixed sounds.  I peered out my window expecting the worst, but there was nothing but trees.  I shut of the light by my bed, and lay my head down.  I searched the ceiling with my eyes for the occasional spider-I hated spiders, it was weird because I lived in the forest, but I have a bad case of Arachnophobia.   I drifted to sleep slowly, nothing to fear but my dreams.  
 
  
 I woke up in the middle of the forest, surrounded by my worst fears.  A tall beast with claws for hands walked over me and growled as if it was warning me away.  I tried to scream, even move, but I felt only as if I was stuck in cement.  I peered around and saw that I was being surrounded by huge-furry beasts and these tall monsters with fangs.  I was scared out of my mind, but how could this be real?  I looked in front of me and saw a light figure come toward me.  It made me feel warm inside-safe.  As it approached me slowly, I noticed that it was a beautiful woman with long red hair, a pale face and she was wearing a long gown.  When she was right at my feet, I studied her closely.  She was pale with red lips, long limbs and a skinny figure.  She came close to my ear and whispered, “Willow, wake up.”  
 
 
 I screamed as I awoke, scared, but slightly relieved that it was only a dream.  It felt so real, and the woman; I knew her, but I did not know where I knew her from.  I put a hand on my head and wiped away sweat beads.  I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.  My face was red and my brown eyes were surrounded by red.   I turned on the water faucet and bent down to wet my face.  I splashed my face with cold water and brought my face up to look at it in the mirror.  I screamed and stared at my disfigured face in the mirror.  My face was contorted with red eyes.  My face was white and an evil smile took over my face.  
 
   I wiped my eyes and stared at the mirror, my face was back to normal, but I had tears in my eyes.  My heart felt as if it would beat out of my chest.  I was so scared that I ran to my bedroom and rocked myself to sleep in the corner.

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