Journey to the Past

Her legs led her straight to the meadow. She had no time to think; nothing drove her but sheer rage. She plucked the wild flowers quickly until they formed a bouquet and then held it up to her face.

Another tear slipped from her face as it landed on the flower.

“Sophie.” The voice whispered, but she could hear the strength that came with it. She turned immediately, ready to defend herself if need be.

“Rhys?” she signed. His name had been the first word she learned to sign. She marched towards him and gripped his hand, pulling him until they were out of the forest.

“What are you doing?” she signed.

“I should be asking you that!” he yelled. Sophie flinched. She had never heard him yell. The veins in his face and on his neck stood out, and his eyes were red.

“Your aunt said someone died in that forest. How could you think of going back there?”

Sophie glanced around.

“No, she did not follow me. I looked.” Rhys muttered.

She turned her back and began to walk away, further