Fear-struck, I lay there on the ground of a field of yellow flowers. I had no idea what in the world just happened, but all I remember was blood and straining my voice screaming. I was breathing equally now, staring at the blue sky with a small amount of white puffy clouds. I felt safe, even though I was the only person for miles. It was jour time, but the crescent moon shone like night, and stars were scattered around. I could hear the faint whisper of the wind moaning my name. Isabella, Isabella, Isabella, it said. Isabella, Isabella, Isabella...
Sitting up, I look around. Yellow fleurs swaying...
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