Blessed By the Fates

Lyra

I woke up from my sleep in a meadow. Sitting up confused; I take in my surroundings. The last thing I remember was sliding down the wall of my room. I remember feeling fear and anxiety. Now, I wake up in a deep green field of tall grass. I can hear a faint trickling of a creek or some form of running water. There are beautiful trees everywhere with blooming flowers and the light of the moon b