The Queen's Conquer

Chapter 63 : A Second Chance

✨ Surprise, shawty ✨
Literally stayed up all night writing this because I felt bad about leaving you guys with that last chapter.

Sluagh • [sloo]
The spirits of the restless dead.

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~ Samuel ~

There's a point at the end of this dark tunnel of life where light begins to shine. It's so vibrant and blinding that it feels as though you're being incinerated into mere particles. But it all pulls you back together. Forcefully. Buoyantly.

I fall through a thousand—perhaps even a million—of these experiences until everything comes crashing down. Until everything finally settles.

An exasperated gasp leaves me. The pain I'd once felt coursing through my being only moments prior has disappeared. When I open my eyes, everything I once knew feels as if it's suddenly been erased from time.

A world of soft hues and tones surrounds me, all brilliant and luminous. And, slowly, they begin to form into a picture—a scene, of sorts.  

This can't be death, I think to myself.

I remember only being in Anastasia's arms moments ago—feeling her tears fall against my sickly face. Feeling the world dissolve around me. But now I'm...here...

Wherever here is.

My body forms with the scene, coming together to create something more understandable. My arms stretch out before me as if I'm trying to make sure this is all truly real. Considering the fact that I thought I'd died only moments ago leaves me feeling ill.

When every part of me is whole, I rise cautiously, standing on a floor of pure light. But, with every step I take forward into nothingness, a new detail is constructed. Like progression. Like looking through a new lens.

Hardwood floors stack together, adding beautiful character to the bright walls that build themselves up around me. I continue to roam through the open space of what seems to be a house until a large living room forms, furnished with cream-colored furniture and deep accents. Great windows, connected side by side, form a beautiful view of a mountainous landscape at the far end of the home. A home that seems to be hanging architecturally on the edge of a cliff.

Though I have no clue whose house this is, I can't help but be amazed by its modernity and beauty. I find myself lurking by the grand windows, gawking at the beautiful sunset overlooking the peaks of the mountains, and looking down at the long drop below that's separated by the glass. I swallow carefully as my hands instinctively tuck themselves into the pockets of my pants.

Pants...I'm wearing pants...    

I stare down at myself for a moment, seeing I'm fully clothed. And fully healed. Like it was all just a dream.

"Impressive, isn't it?" a female voice croons from behind me.

I pivot around so quickly that I almost knock myself into a nearby standing lamp. When my gaze lays upon the owner of the tone, something in my spine straightens. She's nothing I imagined to stumble upon.

Silver drapes cover most of her shimmering, pale skin. Long locks of white hair cascade down her back and over her shoulders, reaching just above her hip line. Accents of gold and glistening crystals make up for any lack of decor in her dress, some rich, luminous stars even sitting in her hair. But what catches my eyes the most is the gold moon pendant resting atop her collarbone. I find my gaze glued to it for several long seconds.