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Just starting this new story and I wanted to share it. Comment and please, help!!!!
I know what it comes next but I can't just get it on. I need professional help for :

- My English mistakes
- A writer's hand's what I need, lol.

Hope you like it!!!

AUTUMN’S FANTASIESBy Ginebra Flower


Prologue
Year 1715 a.C.

“They’re getting nearer!” Zulas screamed. “They’ll catch us!”
Dora, Zulas, Fengie and Merf were barely flying. They increased the speed on their feet. They didn’t want to be caught.
“No way, Zulas!” Dora told her. “We’ve got to resist!”
“Why? What’s the point?” Fengie tried to support Zulas.
“Exactly, she’s right!” Zulas said. “They’re killing us! They’re destroying our world, what else can we do?”
“We must NOT give up!” Dora answered. “They won’t get us! Now, let’s keep going!”
The voices of men behind them made them shiver. At last, they found the Willow Wood.
“Come on! Only a little bit more!!” Dora said. They were at the limits of the Wood. They stopped and waited there, with the heart on their mouths. The nymphs found that the trees were dead.
“What’s the point?” Whispered Fengie.
“We will fight for what’s ours!” Dora shouted. “We’ll avenge our fallen children, brothers, fathers, mothers and friends. We’ll fight for the surviving of our people! We won’t give up! Not now!”
Finally, Dora, Zulas, Merf and Fengie caught the glimpse of the torches of men and their shapes furiously running to them, with death in their eyes. Men stared at the nymphs with surprise and hate. Carrying weapons and torches, evil men walked slowly to the young nymph girls.
They hated them for what they were.
“This is the day of our revenge.” Dora encouraged her friends, as she noticed her brother’s eyes in middle of the archers behind, protecting her. “This is the day when we’ll take what belong to us! This is the day that, in all worlds, shall be worth of remembrance because of those who didn’t break down at men’s evilness! This is the day of our triumph!” One precious, brilliant tear fell from her eye. “NOW!”
From everywhere around the wood, around the trees, shadows covered them. Shapes of unknown creatures stood beside Dora and the other nymphs. But the Shadows, the horrors of nightmares, stood before the army, to protect the magical creatures.
A shining, strong thunder fell and Dora, the nymph, the only blood heir of Summer, the Magical Kingdom, ran first to face the children of men with a fierce smile on her face.
 
Blue Tree

“Hayden! Wake up!”
Zac shook her sister’s arm barely violently. She was screaming again.
“Hade, what is it? Wake up!” He was wetting. “You’re— scaring me…”
Hayden opened her eyes, trying to recognize the place around. She took a deep breath when she stared at her brother’s worry face. He let go her arm as she sat on her big size bed, trying to breath normally again.
“I did it again, right?” She said low. Zac closed his eyes, taking his hand to his forehead.
“The same dream. That Dora again?” Zac asked.
“Yes.” Hayden nodded. “I’m sorry.”
They heard steps coming from the corridor. A blond young boy on his pajama opened the dark brown door of their bedroom.
“What’s happening here?” He asked frowning.
“You know what happened, Tad. Go to sleep.” Zac answered. Tadeus rolled his eyes and closed the door, while he muttered “She’ll do it again.”
Hayden stared at her watch. 4: 56 am. Every night was the same. She blinked at the white light above, wishing she could have slept longer than two hours. Zac’s face looked very awaken, so she supposed she had been screaming for a while. She felt guilty. None of her family could have a normal night for last months, and Zac had been the worst. Not that he didn’t tell her it was all right, but she knew how hard it had been to him to get used to sleep fewer hours than before. Sometimes, he had to take a nap in the afternoons.
“I won’t sleep.” Hayden finally said.
“Don’t be senseless.” Zac replied. “You can’t not sleep.”
“I’m tired of these dreams, Zac. It’s always the same, every night.”
“Was it really the same?”
Hayden nodded. She could still remember her dream, as if it was so real… so true…
“Quite; there was a difference, though.” She grimaced. “A thunder. That woke me up. A thunder fell in middle of them. They were fighting hard against each other. I had never dreamed that far.”
“What do you think… that is happening?” Zac asked as he turned the light on. They would obviously not sleep that night… either.
“No idea.”
He coughed.
“Listen, umm… you want some coffee?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” She said. Zac smiled shortly at his twin sister and walked downstairs.
Hayden, now alone, remembered the dream clearly. Beautiful girls running in middle of the night. A dark wood. Men with torches. Spirits and creatures around. Now, a thunder. That was a new detail. She had no idea of why those dreams were torturing her nights and her family. She wouldn’t have minded about them if they hadn’t been on her mind for the last six months. She didn’t know why or how they had started. She hadn’t slept comfortably and peacefully for six months.
The only thing she could remember of the day when the dreams started was that it strangely coincided with her dad’s death anniversary. Well, not death anniversary, but disappearing anniversary. Her dad had disappeared seven years ago.
“It seems stupid,” She confessed to her brother after she had explained him about it. “I know, but couldn’t there be some meaning?”
“Still, I can’t see how dad might be involved in all of this, Hade.” Zac had a sip of his coffee, playing with his thumb on her palm. “It was only a coincidence.”
She felt, however, that Zac might be wrong. But she had no clue of whatever was happening to her.
“This is the funny point:” Zac said ironically. “Mum took you to a hospital, to a psychologist, even to a psychiatrist, but she denied sending you to a mental hospital or something. She even took you to those Indians too…”
“They’re not Indians, Zac, because they’re not from India. They are American aboriginal people.”
“… and nothing happened. What else can we do?”
“I don’t know.” She drank her coffee and stared at the dawn, angry. She hated having those dreams, she hated everyone hated it as well.
“Well, thanks God today’s the first day of spring break. We’ll have time to take care of you, lunatic.” Zac joked and Hayden smiled.
“Do you think…” she stopped. She had to think how to ask the question in the right manner. She knew Zac’s temper whenever they talked about their father. “Do you really think dad’s not dead?”
“Nobody proved it, even after they researched in the Willow Wood.” He said. “But I can’t do anything else. I’ll have to wait till something happens to prove the opposite.”
“You know,” Hayden bit her lip. “Now that you mention it, the dark wood in my dream… I think Dora called it… Willow Wood too.”
“There might be a thousand woods with that name.” Zac said. She took a deep breath again. She loved Zac and she knew he was very difficult to convince about those things. He wasn’t mean or scornful, but he used to be kind of more serious than Hayden. She supposed he had become like that when their dad had disappeared, and because of her mother’s pressure.
“Think about the coincidences, like you call them. In dad’s anniversary I start dreaming these things; I dream of the same wood where he disappeared seven years ago…”
“Hade, we were only ten years when he disappeared. We don’t remember how the Willow Wood is.”
Hayden searched for the right words. She was sure of what she was saying, but how could he understand? By the first time, her twin brother didn’t share her feelings. She stared around at the yellow walls of her bedroom, both’s favorite color.
“Listen, this is nothing supernatural or anything out of the common things, this must have some… explanation, I mean, dreams don’t tell things. Dreams are just dreams, senseless things, you understand? I’m sure this will be over soon.” He nodded, raising his eyebrows.
As Hayden couldn’t fight against it, she nodded and lay on her bed silently. She had had those conversations too many times before. Zac at first had thought, like she did, that it was some kind of mystery, some signal, but time took those things away. That hadn’t happened to her, but she supposed it was because she herself had the dreams. Why couldn’t she take it as easy as Zac? Both of them were the same age, both mature enough, why they had to be different precisely in this thing!?
 
At next day, the sun shone in the beautiful March day. The Hostleters siblings were all in Hayden’s car. She had to take them to the Museum, where mum and Harry, mum’s kind boyfriend, would be waiting for them.
“… and please, only for this day, don’t ask it to mum. That irritates her. Guilford, I’m talking especially to you.” Hayden stared at her youngest brother through the mirror.
“Fine, I promise.” He said, playing with his new Action Man in the second compartment. Tadeus and Emireen were sitting at the third compartment of the black, last model Ford. Zac, beside Hayden, who was driving, was reading the newspaper. She heard Tadeus voice from the third compartment.
“Ugh! Hade, could you go to change it to the library? I already read this one.” He said with his recently broken, deep voice.
“But you didn’t tell me which one of ‘The Lord of the Rings’, Zac— I mean, Tad! If you had…”
“I didn’t ask one of the Lord of the Rings, I read them all, remember? I asked you ‘The Hobbit’, that’s the first of all of them, like a prequel.”
“However, you’re too big to read these books.” She jeered.
“And you’re too old to be dreaming those things too. Besides, I’m reading them for school.” He replied. She seized her hands to the steering wheel. “But, please, could you go in the car? It won’t take too long, Hade.”
“You’re talking as if you weren’t old enough to go by yourself!!” Hayden yelled, for the third compartment was a good deal away of the first.
“I’m sixteen, if you don’t remember” Emireen said. “And Tad’s fifteen!”
“And I’m five!” Guilford laughed.
“No, Guilford, you’re six. You turned six last week.” Zac corrected. “He’ll never get used to that.”
“Okay, we’re here.” Hayden announced and stopped the car. “I’ll go to get your book, Tadeus. Zac, mum’s waiting in the Entrance Hall with Harry. Please, control the kids. You’re the second after me.”
Zac smiled.
“Sure. Be careful.” He told her winking an eye and got off the car. Hayden smiled and waved at all of them and she went to the Library.
After a while of searching for it, she found an old copy of ‘The Hobbit’, a very poor- looking old one. Mrs. Windham, the old lady from the bookstore, was there too so she helped Hayden to find it.
Then, she walked to her car slowly. She was enjoying the day, the sunny day. The sky was as blue as her eyes. There were no clouds. It was more like a summer day.
Then, there was a cold, soft breeze…
She felt something out of place.
A whisper.
Hayden
She stopped, frightened, and the book fell from her hands. She turned her head around several times. She wasn’t sure if she had heard someone whispering her name… but why would anyone whisper? Besides, she didn’t know anybody there. Shuddering, she picked up the book of the floor.
She entered in her car, all wet. It had all been her imagination. She put the book in the passenger seat and turned the car on; as she took it out of the Library’s parking.
“Zac,” She said loud. “Zac.”
She wasn’t calling him, or anything. She just felt safe whenever she said his name. She knew he could feel what she felt.
When she got to the Museum again, she didn’t see her family outside but only a tall, golden haired boy with a black sweater, very nervous. She got off the car and walked to Zac.
“Are you okay?” He asked, frowning as if he himself weren’t so sure of his question. Hayden smiled relieved and nodded. “I just thought… I felt…”
“It’s nothing now. I’ve got the book in the car. Let’s go inside.” She said. Zac, still confused, grimaced and walked inside along his sister.
 
She was running. She strangely knew what she was doing there. She had to run to the Willow Wood. She had to get there. Another four girls were along.
“Dora, look at that! The Spirit joined us!” One shouted.
She stared around. Transparent shadows surrounded her, protecting her. Men and their torches, all coming nearer, were like fireflies in the nights.
“Look, Mylady” a girl said. “Your brother is here!”
“Dora!” She heard a male voice behind. She turned around to see what was happening. A tall young man was running beside to her. But she saw far beyond.
A man behind the happy boy.
A bow and an arrow.
A pierced chest.
The boy’s body in the ground. She ran to him.
Then, with horror, she saw Zac’s dead face.
“NO!”
“Dora!” One of the girls said. “We must keep fighting!!”
“I’m not Dora!” Hayden screamed. “I’m not Dora! Zac! Zac, wake up!”
“Let’s run to Summer!!” They said. “You’ll cure Jed there!”
“What’s Summer? He’s Zac, not Jed!”
Hayden saw how a group of small, short people carried Zac’s dead body to the Willow Wood.
“Take Prince Jed to Summer,”
“What’re you doing with my brother?” She cried. But everybody was fighting against men, falling, killing, screaming, and crying. Hayden felt she would throw up to see those people. A big, black Cyclops was running to her. She had her sword on hand, but a white thing (She thought it was a horse) protected her.
“Run, Your Majesty!” It told her.
Hayden ran. She strangely could run faster than ever. She reached the short people. They were walking to the center of the wood.
“Zac!” She yelled desperate. “Zac! Wake up! Stop, you, little things!”
But they kept on walking.
“Follow us, Your Highness.” They told her. She stared at the darkness of the wood. The moonlight tried to light the wood through the dense cotton of green leaves in the trees. Hayden thought this was her longest and worst dream.
Then, she stared at the weird tree before them. It was full of life, even though the rest of the wood was dead. It was shining and it was blue.
Hayden
“What? What?” Nobody was talking and the time had stopped, though the blue tree was moving, as if there was wind.
This is the Portal to Summer.
“To Summer?”
Countdown has started. You had six months to find it. That’s the reason for these dreams.
“Who and where are you?” Hayden asked, walking slowly to Zac’s body.
Have you asked these questions to yourself?
“I don’t understand.” Hayden was now perfectly calm, still aware.
Are you who you think you are? Are you where you belong?
“Of course I do.” She answered. “It’d be nonsense if I didn’t.”
You’re more than what you think. You belong somewhere else.
“I can’t understand.”
You have only one week to find the Portal.
“How am I going to find it in one week? Why should I find it?”
Trees.
“Huh? Trees?”
Where is your mother now?
“My mother?” She repeated.
Where did your father disappear?
Time moved on again and the short people threw Zac’s body to the blue tree.
“NO, ZAC!!”
 
Voices

Tadeus and Emireen were at the kitchen, having coffee. Zac took a glass of water to Hayden. Harry had prepared the coffee and gone to sleep. He had to get up early that day.
“What are we going to do with you?” Zac asked Hayden. She stared at the almost invisible steam coming from her coffee. It was getting colder.
“I don’t know.” She stared at Zac. Her eyes were red and pompous, painful, like burning. “I’m sorry I woke you up again.”
“This is it.” Tadeus said. “Was it really the same dream of last night (and others)?”
She shook her head, trembling.
“Not really.”
All stared at her surprised.
“A different one??” They said together.
“Well, not too different. This time, I was Dora. I was leading everyone to a war.” She shuddered. All had been so real… even Zac’s apparently death. But she decided it’d be better to omit that part. “I entered the wood, the—” she searched for Zac’s eyes. “The Willow Wood. All was dark,” she stared at her hands, interlacing her fingers. “I saw a blue tree in middle of all the dead, grey trees. It was shining and shaking softly; there wasn’t wind, though.”
Her brothers would have laughed but she was talking very serious, and her face showed confusion and fear.
“I heard someone talking to me. His voice was familiar, I heard it yesterday in the lib—” but she made a pause. She didn’t want her family to reconsider the idea of the mental hospital. “I heard a voice and he told me a few things. He explained me that I had to find the blue tree in a week.”
“What? Why?” Emireen asked.
“He said…” Hayden remembered. “That I had had six months to find it. That was the reason of my dreams. But now, countdown has started.”
All frowned, even Hayden.
“And I decided I will go to find the blue tree. Whether if you support me or not is your own business. I have my car, I have vacations, provisions, money, and I want these nightmares to stop. And if you think I’m mad, you might be right because that’d be the most logical thought about me. These dreams aren’t just dreams.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow. And… I wouldn’t like to leave… alone.”
There was an uncomfortable silence. Tadeus opened his mouth but no word came out of it.
“What do you think, guys?” Zac asked them.
Emireen bit her inferior lip.
“This is out of the common things.” She said. “I suppose we should… take more seriously this… business, right? It looks like senseless, but I’m getting more and more scared with this.”
“So am I.” Tadeus said
“And if it helps to stop Hayden’s dreams, we should do something about it.” Emireen added.
Zac stared at his friend, his big mom, his twin sister with sweetness.
“You know I’m obviously going, Hade.”
“You’re very comprehensive. Thanks.” Hayden smiled sadly and her face showed a bit of the frustration she was feeling. “This is driving me crazy. This was one of the worst dreams. It was real. It seems that what I’m dreaming happened, truly happened, lots of years ago, before we were born, I’m quite sure of it... except about the blue tree.”
“Well,” Tadeus, like his father, loved biology and trees. “I can’t affirm there aren’t blue trees around the world but I’m sure that if anyone’s seen one, it means it’ll be very hard to find them.”
“But wait a minute!” Emireen said. “This won’t be as hard! You said Dora was in the Willow Wood, wasn’t she? So, of course, the Blue Tree is there!! We’ll have to go… to go… there…” Her voice disappeared. They all knew that was the place where their father had apparently died. Hayden tried to swallow the lump on her throat.
“Listen, Tad, Zac, Emi,” She started. “I know that’s the last place where you want to go. But if this has something to do with our father, and I’m sure it does, don’t ask why, I’ll be perfectly disposed to find out the truth.”
Zac sighed.
“I’m game if you are.” He told her. Tadeus drank his coffee and smiled after he was done.
“Yeah,” He said and everyone agreed. “It sounds pretty cool.”
Then, a noise in the door.
 
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