Dior's senses gradually returned, and she found herself in a room that felt strangely familiar yet different. The surroundings were clean, bathed in light, and devoid of the dreariness of her previous confinement. Even the sun outside seemed to shine more brightly.
As she sat up in the soft bed, she noticed her freshly wrapped bandages and the absence of pain. Confusion and apprehension gnawed at her as she wondered where Luke and Sean had gone. Had they abandoned her, or worse, were they planning to harm her like the scientists?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a tall man with sun-kissed hair and haunted blue eyes. He seemed surprised to see her awake and hurriedly left to fetch Sean. Dior tensed at the sight of Sean, instinctively backing away as he approached the door.
No no, not again she couldn't take any more. When the scientist usually comes in they have something that restricts her from using her powers. She needed to protect herself, she shut her eyes let the magical era grow from inside of her protecting herself.
Fear surged within her as memories of past traumas resurfaced. She couldn't bear to endure any more pain or betrayal. Closing her eyes, she summoned her magic, a protective aura enveloping her.
Sean's voice broke through her fear, his words surprising her. "Okay, okay, I'll back off," he conceded, stepping away from the door. His reassurance confused Dior—why would he want to check on her wounds? Wasn't he supposed to be like the scientists?
But Sean's next words, spoken to Brandon, suggested otherwise. "Let's just let her trust us," he said, and Dior cautiously allowed her magic to subside.
As Dior's determination to escape grew stronger, she scanned the room for any means of exit. Her eyes fell upon the window, its inviting sunlight beckoning her towards freedom. With renewed resolve, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and approached the window cautiously.
The latch proved stubborn at first, but with a firm push, it finally gave way, allowing a rush of fresh air to fill the room. Dior hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in and stop her. But when no one appeared, she knew she had to seize this opportunity.
Its ben so long since she felt fresh air. The sun on her skin.
Gingerly, she climbed onto the windowsill, her wings instinctively unfurling behind her. They had been bound for so long, but now they stretched out eagerly, ready to carry her away from this place.
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Dreams
FanfictionExperience was something she didn't do much. She lived a life in a cage. Will someone ever help her be released from her cage? Or will she spend the rest of her life in her cage.
