Forced into Fantasy

Chapter 21 - Jharran

Ivy;

I wake from a deep sleep the next morning to find myself dazed and incredibly comfortable, splayed out across the large mattress I can only guess is either a King size or bigger.

Actually, it's rather fitting for a man the size of Adomis. He'd need something this size to sleep on comfortably.

A thick black fur blanket is currently covering me from my neck down and my hand slowly roams over it, astonished by the extreme softness of the fur. I wonder what kind of animal it came from.

A bear maybe?

Do they even have bears here, in this strange mythical land?

I only now realise that, even having created such a wondrous and elaborate world in my novel, I hardly know very much about the place and its inhabitants. Shouldn't I know more about the lands, its people and its creatures?

Then it suddenly dawns on me. I sit up in the bed filled with a strange mixture of confusion and concern. My crystal blue eyes narrow as I wonder to myself I silence.

I wrote this fantasy world, I'm the one who created it with nothing but my own imagination.

It's strange but I come to realise that Ronaar was never one of my story's characters.

In my mind, The Moonlit Guild was always meant to be a band of thugs and mercenaries hell-bent on destroying Adomis and ending his supposed 'evil reign'. I never created the Guild as an entire village of men, women and children starving, fighting for their ultimate survival.

Was the storyline somehow changing from what I had created originally?

Had I perhaps done something to cause it to alter, creating new characters and god only knows what else?

I shake my head and squint my eyes shut at the dizzying thought of it all. It's too much, especially this early in the morning. I am well aware that the depths of my darkest mind can be a dangerous place to venture and I quickly open my eyes; now centred and calm once more.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I instead glance around the room, hoping to find Adomis lounging about somewhere nearby. He's usually never too far away from me. But I am met with nothing but solitude and my heart sinks as I pull the furry blanket up to cover my exposed breasts.

'Where the hell is he?'

I don't know why but I feel abandoned here in this very moment. So much has happened to me lately and all I crave now more than ever is some sort of stability; some kind of reassurance. Safety perhaps? I don't know.

Without giving him another thought I quickly toss the blanket aside and manoeuvre my legs over the edge of the bed. The stone floor beneath my bare feet is freezing, even as the warming rays of morning sunlight beam in through the filtered cracks of the thick, black curtain covering one of many large glass windows.

Pulling the fur blanket off the bed and wrapping it around my body as I would a towel, I make my way towards the enormous balcony window, stepping over several articles of both Adomis and my clothing from the night before scattered carelessly across the floor.

'And what a night it was!'

I chuckle to myself at the thought.

That man... he fucked me mercilessly for hours on end, only choosing to break for small naps between rounds. Then I wonder to myself, how many rounds did we manage?

'Six? '

'Seven perhaps?'

Honestly, after about the fourth time I think I lost count.