Eighty-Six

Sally's POV

Even though I'm in this cold rain, I can still feel the warmth coming from above my head. Quickly, I glanced at the comforting warmth. It was my grandfather's hand hovering above my head as if he wanted to caress my head.

"You should stop blaming yourself for everything that happened, Sally. It's not your fault. Everything happens for a reason, a reason that you will soon find out. But before it happens, you need to prepare yourself and be ready for anything that comes your way because it won't be a walk in the park. Strengthen everything you feel is weak about yourself. Have a life War is brewing in the air, I can feel it." The old man said, staring at the dark sky.

In the blink of an eye, my grandfather disappeared. Quickly, I stood up, and looked around, looking for him.

"Believe in yourself, Sally." At this moment, another voice rang out, echoing everywhere.

Where have I heard that calm, gentle voice before? The conjecture was on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn't sure