Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

3: The Voice

Light fades in and out of your vision. Your once cold body was now growing warm. It felt as though gentle arms were wrapped around you. Carrying you somewhere. You never believed in heaven or hell. You felt like you've seen the closest comparison to those two places throughout your life. It felt like hell when your father lashed into you with violence. Causing permanent damage to your mind, body, and soul. In comparison, It felt like heaven when your mother was alive. She loved you with all her being. Her warm hugs and angelic voice was the one thing you craved at this very moment. Your own little slice of heaven.

"It's alright, dear." A sweet voice spoke. "You are safe now."

Could it be? These gentle arms...that soft angelic voice...

"Mother?"

Light poured in around you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. The warmth felt good against your tender body. Somehow, still mangled and seemingly broken. You tried to open your eyes to get a look at yourself, but you couldn't see anything. Just the harsh rays of light penetrating your view. Your body craved movement, but still felt stiff. As you tried with all your might to move any limb possible, you winced and squealed in pain.

"Don't move, dear. I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself even more."

There's that voice again.

"Let me finish tending to your wounds. After that I'll fix you a warm bowl of soup. Once you eat, you can rest again. You need to regain your strength." The voice was gentle and caring. It sounded like a woman, but an unfamiliar one.

Another voice came. This one was far less gentle. It held a high pitched tone to it.

"When will she wake up!?" The voice chimed. "I want to play with her!"

"Quiet, Angie. She is in no state to play." The woman exclaimed.

"Buuuuuut"

"There will be no buts about it! She is injured...frail, I must say. It will be days before she has even the slightest possibility of playing with you."

"No fair!"

From what you could gather, that annoyingly off pitched voice came from someone named Angie. From her behavior, she sounded like a child. The other, more soft spoken voice, must be her mother.

"Angie, dear. I know you are excited to meet our guest, but please, I beg you... let the poor girl rest."

"Yes, Donna." Angie sighed.

Donna...Who is-

Before you could finish your thought, the pleasant light escaped you. Leaving you in darkness. Thankfully, you were still warm. This made it much easier to find comfort and rest.

"She's just about all healed up, sister. Mother Miranda came to take a look at her a few days ago. She was given an elixir to help her heal faster - Which seems to be working wonders." Donna spoke quietly.

"No, she hasn't awoke from her slumber quite yet. She drifts in an out of consciousness. Often mumbling about her mother or startling us with screams." Donna is speaking to someone.

"No...no, I am unaware of exactly how she ended up in the forest. She must have came from the village. I don't know how she managed to make it as far as she did - she's pretty beat up. She was only half a mile from my cottage." Donna continues. "She's lucky I heard the Lycans alerting me of her presence and I went out to see what the commotion was all about."

The Lycan. The one that was about to eat me... hadn't it devoured every morsel of my being? Am I not in heaven? I mustn't be. I do not believe I would be tended to by a woman named Donna, and urged to play with a child named Angie. If I am not dead, and I am not in heaven...