Okay, I don't know about you but I feel all squirmy inside when someone says "You're ready" the moment you wake up from a terrible nightmare. If it were me I would just be like, "Want some delicious homemade cookies?" But was I offered cookies? NO!
I looked a bit surprised and asked her, "For what? Slaughter?"
She shook her head and smiled. She walked over to a random set of drawers and tossed some clothes at me.
"Where are my clothes?" I never really realized that I was wearing a plain white hospital robe until that moment.
"Burnt."
"What? My Zara top and Bare Denims burnt?" I spluttered.
"Yes," she replied coolly, as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Who burnt it?"
"No idea."
She crimsoned and I could see the colour rise up to her cheeks.
"Hmmph!" I put on the black top and camouflage shorts. It fit me perfectly.
"Weird," I muttered. "Shall we?" I asked.
Daphne giggled. "Not yet."
She disappeared and came back with a comb. I ran my hand through my hair. Tangled. I sigh and sit down on the foot of my bed. Daphne smiles and starts combing.
"I like the colour of your hair," she murmured.
"Thanks."
I always hated that shade. Flaming red. What was I? A tomato? She tied my hair into a nice pony with a few strands laced into braids. Her hands surely worked deftly and swiftly. After we were finally done, I stepped out of the hospital into a long corridor. The walls were the same like the previous ceiling. Carved with motifs. We turn to the left. Up a flight of stairs and a few turns. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a huge oak door.
"See you later," Daphne said as she walked away.
"Hey, wait! Come back here," I called but she was gone.
I stood there wondering what to do when the doors swung open. I stepped in and they slammed shut. I winced.
I walked ahead and saw the most beautiful room ever. The three walls were panelled with shelves of books. The ceiling as usual had the intricate design work. The huge wooden table with chairs around looked almost royal. Freya was sitting on one them while the hot dude stood right beside her. I saw the blonde too. My mind flashed back to her limp body in my nightmare and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Florentyna. We are ready."
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The Mystics Of Valenthia
Fantasy"So who the heck am I?" I stared defiantly at Freya. "I am a normal person. I go to high school. I have parents. What am I ?" I asked. "That is what we need to find out. Do you trust us enough to stay with us? Help us? You are powerful. You are the...
