Mykayla

Mykayla

I woke up suddenly from that dream I had been having for years. It started out the same. I was at a party with several other kids, a few older than me. The five boys that stood out the most are why I am not sure. After that, most of the dream is a blur except for him and his crystal ice-blue eyes. It always ended with a wall of water topped with white-hot fire. None of it made sense, and I had no idea what to make of it. The boys seemed familiar, and I swear I had seen them before. Not to mention that one of them look a lot like Uncle Dimitri. I knew he wasn’t really my uncle, but he had been around since I was born, so Bree and I called him Uncle Dimitri. Aunt Imyra was also around; we were lucky to have them in our lives. I was aware that they had two kids, a boy named Micah and a girl named Daniylla but we had never met them. Well, as far as our parents knew, we hadn’t met them. Daniylla we had never met, but Micah showed up one day when I had Bree at the park,