It was great, I was in a village, my old home. Everyone was nice, just the way it was. But then I saw Canela, not the young her, but the more recent her. Her voice was not real, yet it was spoken, and understood, without a real sound...
"It's not like this anymore...Things have changed...You remember our home?..."
I turned around to look at our house, then back.
"What about it?"
"Look again..."
I did, and instead, the cottage had been replaced by a stone building with no windows, and only one large door of solid iron. Inside were the rattling of chains, the crack of a whip, and cries...
"This is where I live...This is now my home..."
I looked back to see that the ground was now solid stone, no longer the sonft grass and dirt it had been. All the cottages were large stone structures, most similar to my old home. But on the streets, elves rode around on dragons, with sharp knives, long black whips, and bows. Peace was no where to be seen, and the clouds did not fly near. The ground and air was dry, and smeeled of not just toil, earth, or tears... The scent of blood lingered in the air, and the cries were all the more shrill. Horrified, I looked back, to see that she was her young self.
"This is my home...this is how I live...And this is what I want to get away from..."
She faded, and I felt the crack of a whip against my back. I looked back to see someone waving a whip, yelling at me to move, and pull a cart that was surely twice my weight...It was then that I began to long for it to be over, for it to end...and then she was back, bringing a flood of light with her words...
"Imagine, that there are those who live this life, and who look forward to nothing more than death..."
And then, everything was gone....