Castle of Vines

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The surrounding was white, again. The noise of water splashing as she walks through the thin layer of water on the ground. At least something was different, the water. She looked around, trying to remember where this place was from.

She heard footsteps sounding from behind her. She turned around but saw nothing, only pure white. Did she die when she was younger and died again now? Is that where she remembers this place from, although she imagined the after life as some higher place with the goddess of moon and sun.

She turned back around and continued to walk.

"Do you remember me?" A deep voice sounded from behind her.

She reached for her dagger, but found that it wasn't at her thigh. She also found that she wasn't even wearing her normal clothes; black tight fitting pants and a leather tunic. Instead she was in a white night gown with gold leaves on the hem.

She turned around to face the man with a pale complexion, crossing her arms as she did so.

"Who the fuck are you?" She pulls back her lip.

"I would ask you the same but I already know who you are. It's a shame you don't remember me. As I do recall, I did save you that night from a burning house." He put his hands in his front jean pockets.

"Why the fuck am I in a night gown? Where are my clothes?" She asks, completely ignoring what he said. She eyes him up and down, "And why the fuck are you in jeans and a basic black top?"

"Why the fuck do you keep swearing? We aren't at a 'How many can you say the word fuck' competition, so calm down."

"Well, why the fuck won't you tell me any of the answers to the questions I asked?"

"You have definitely changed since we last talked." He starts circling around Saffron. "How long ago was it now? Oh that's right, eight years as I recall."

"Eight years? Wait, did you say you saved me from a burning house?" She turns in a circle facing the man as he walks around her.

"Yes, I did say that but you were too busy yapping like a small, angry dog."

"Shut the fuck up." She spits. "Tell me who you are!"

The man continues walking in a circle around her with a smirk on his lips.

"Answer me!" She yells, stomping her foot.

He looks at the ground, with an even bigger smirk now, and shakes his head.

"Oh my fucking god."

She sighs and sits on the ground, crossing her legs.

"Fuck!" She smashes her fists on the ground, water flying up. "I forgot there was water on the ground!"

Instead of getting up she stays sitting down.

"Well, aren't you the little charmer?" He stops circling and crouches in front of her.

"Fuck off, if you're not going to help then fuck off." She stares straight ahead, not even looking at him.

"Don't you want to know who I am?" He asks.

"I did! But you didn't tell me!"

"That is because you told me to 'shut the fuck up', and I respected your wishes, did I not?"

"Oh my god. Just tell me who you are then."

"I am...." He sits down. He drags out the pause, trying to cause suspense. The annoyance in Saffron, however, is rising each second.