Chapter 11

Mary took a deep breath as the scent of fresh flowers filled her nostrils. This was the life she was all about. She happily jogged through the field as she made her way down the massive field, away from the world and all its troubles. Soon her hair covered her face, and the wind had become a bit strong. Slowly she felt herself lose her footing as she struggled to keep firm on the ground. Looking to her left, her eyes widened in horror as a whirlwind filled with vengeance swiftly made its way towards her. Without thinking, she made a run for it, knowing entirely well she could never outrun the wind by the terror was enough to make her flee. She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling through its raging waves. Just as it all became too much, she opened her eyes. It was all a dream. Withou