Dragon Riders (Age Of Supernatural)

A gentle breeze across her neck was the first thing Sophie noticed, with the cover her long brown wavy locks had always provided, the breeze was something she wasn accustomed to.

She reached up to back to feel them only to find bare skin all the way to her ears.

Weird.

Her hands were the second thing to stand out. They were large and bony nothing compared to small petite frame shed had to grow up with

Her feet and also shoes were entirely different. Then she noted her attire – her entire body was hers but at the same time it wasn .

Weird right!

In a blinding right room with no dimensions; she was with an Unfamiliar man with dark cloak on.

Offering no reason as to why her mind was here, she insisted that she was looking at a reflection.

”Trust your Instincts, follow your heart and save us all ”.

A jingle – wind chimes, and the sound was getting fainter and fainter

” Sophie. ”

Sophie woke up to the feeling of her mothers warm palm against her forehead, and with an immediate need for air.

Then she realizes it was one of her dreams. She has been having a lot of dreams corresponding to her most recent.

”Honey, are you all right? ” her mother questioned, her eyes wide with concern.

An incoherent murmur was all Sophie could offer in return earning a sigh from the older woman.

”Honestly, I thought the wind and the chimes would bring a more soothing start to your day, but you
e just as disheveled as ever. ” She then followed up with basically the same thing in Spanish.

”Its not really the best replacement for an alarm clock, ” She replied before dragging herself towards the bathroom.

Needless to say, Sophie was not a morning person, and the repeated bouts of weird dreams plus insomnia lately had only aggravated her a.m. angst.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and the figure looking back at her was like a deranged teenage girl with hair tangled in unimaginable ways and drool dried on one side of her face. After a soothing bath, she picked her attire for the day. Her attire was a white tank-top covered with a black denim Jacket, a black and white ripped jeans and a pair of white vans sneaker. While dressing she saw the fresh queue of make-up and dresses lying on her bed which her mother had undoubtedly bought while shopping again.

After dressing for school she went downstairs for breakfast.

”Good morning, Sophia ” Jake her fifteen-year-old brother greeted her in a sing-song voice as she took her place on the table for breakfast, his devilish grin set in place as usual.

Sophie glared at him.

If there was one thing she hated more than waking up early, it was being called by her actual name, but her brother knew that, of course. And he knew why. This was just one of his ways to get on her nerve, which was one of his favorite pastimes as she had discovered at an early