Welcome back my Dearest Mortals, I do hope this story has been treating you well so far. Now, this is where some real fun begins. Buckle up because you are in for one Hell of a ride.
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Black emptiness once again filled Luna's head...
She found herself in the same place swimming through the never ending darkness, trying to find a way out. She was soon met by a glowing portal that she hadn't seen the last time. The Air grew thicker around her as she got closer. The pressure came on like a luring suffocation as she could not stop herself from pressing forward.
Following through the light, she was soon met yet again by eerie darkness. The heavy dark was broken by the frail woman that sat bare in the corner. Her body was encircled by halos of dirty gold hair, illuminating her pale body like a thousand tiny lightning bugs she had caught as a child. The same glow came from markings Luna had never seen that covered her body. Luna came closer to the woman and noticed the vines of solid Iron that covered her body, keeping her trapped in the darkness. Dark burgundy liquid dripped from the iron vines that were biting into the woman's glowing flesh, She knew this was going to end badly...
"Luna, Child you have to be more careful. They will find you here and I can't keep you safe much longer. Go Child before its to late and I can no longer protect you. " The woman spoke chastely at Luna to which she soon recognized as The Voice.
"You were the whisper who helped me before, Who are you? I-I don't understand. How am I a Prophecy? I have so many Ques-.." Luna scrambled her words out before being interrupted by the now angered woman. She looked up at Luna, eyes glowing in the same luminescent gold that ate through Lunas soul. This is just a dream...This isn't real. Luna rubbed her eyes as if she were seeing things, yet the same glowing set looked back at her with worry and anger.
"We have no time child, they will know you are here all to soon. Go Now before it is to late for you and you end up like me!" The woman shouted, eyes in a supernatural blaze that was enough to scare Luna out of her dream world.
"It was all just a dream.. it wasn't real... " Luna repeated to herself over and over before her amber eyes fluttered open. It all felt so real but she knew it had to be a concussed dream. Her head and her heart pounded in rhythm meeting her ears. She groaned out and held her head, her heart beat once again sped having no clue of where she was as anxiety kicked in.
She looked around the room and noticed the hunter green walls first. The one to the right of the bed was in the process of being painted half white that didn't cover the underneath. They had been stripped nearly bare besides the old portraits and postcards that scattered the walls. She could tell either that this was a rushed decision or a noncaring one. Though with the man she met, she doubted it was the ladder. As she continued to look around tiny shimmering lights wrapped around the top of the room giving a soft glow. After sitting there for a moment, she took in the sweet smell she couldn't place but it was far more pleasant then the sickingly fake smell of the therapists office.
"Well look whos finally awake, good morning sunshine." A sing-song voice she had not yet heard, bellowed from the entrance to the room. His deep voice not making the pounding in her head any better. She finally got the motivation out of curiosity to turn her head and see who the voice belonged to.
In the door way, leaning against its frame stood a taller man. He looked to be not to much older then Luna herself. Trills of dark ebony hair framed his angled face. His appearance was rather striking from the men she was used to seeing. Though most of the men she had been around were adorn with beer guts and cue ball heads. He was dressed in a worn green and gray plaid long sleeve that made her question his ability to function in the heat. Matched by distressed denim that was on its last leg, with stains of god knows what at the ankles.
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Dead Bite
Horror******On Hold****** Depression? Check. Anxiety? Check. Losing the will to live? .... All stupid questions on the questionnaire Luna was forced to fill out as she sat in a chair built for a five year old and sighed to herself, "If they only knew..." ...