lance was just 4 years old and him and his big sister were outside playing at the neighborhood pool. His sister was in the pool and he was playing in the grass by the pool when he had looked up and heard what sounded like bard's and him being the curious little thing he was, he wanted to see the bard’s and went looking for them but he got lost. He was trying to find a way back to the the pool and his sister but he just got even more lost. About 3 hours later he was siting by a tree crying when he heard the sand of a song in his head, the song when like this “don’t cry little one, everything will be ok, you will be ok, don’t cry little boy, we are here with you so don’t be afraid, we will keep you safe” even though he should have been afraid, he oddly felt safe and cared for, by the song in his head. ‘quien es usted ms.(who are you, Ms.)’ lance asked in his head ‘my name is white, and what is yours little one’ the voice asked ‘mi nombre es lance(my name is Lance)’ ‘oh, that is a nice name’ ‘creo que la sra.(think you ms.)’ ‘your welcome, lance’ ‘donde estas y como puedo escucharte en mi cabeza(where are you and how can I hear you in my head)’ ‘you can hear me in your head because I am connected to your soul’ ‘what do you mean Ms.’ ‘it is hard to explain, little one just know that I know you are sad and I want to help you’ ‘ok, where are you’ ‘you see the path beside you’ ‘ya’ ‘ok go down there until you see the clearing there I am’ ‘ok’ lance said as he did what he was told to do and as he made it to the clearing he “what!!!” lance yelled as he spring up from his bad ‘what was that’ lance wanted, he had been having the same dream for a few months now ‘will time to get up’ he thought as he got up from bed and got ready for the day.
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