Sophie has been living as a normal college student in the forbidden cities for the past three years. While Sophie has been struggling to keep her straight A's, her friends in the Lost Cities live in unrest, trying to find their friend and bring Soph...
Hey guys! I'm not dead and neither is this book😃 Even though it has literally been over 200 days since I updated this book, I'm finally posting chapter 10! Also, I accidently published this chapter halfway through writing-
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Sophie POV
Sophie stood staring out a small window in her room, knees locked and eyes locked on the empty hills outside. There were hills wide and tall for what seemed like miles, not one person or one creature occupying any space.
She turned to the bookcase, checking once more that the leather book was still there, as if it could disappear out of sight. Sophie refused to think in detail about her current well being. Knowing her thoughts would only push further into distress.
Dining hall's on the right all the way down the hall.
Better fed and frantic than hungry and frantic, she decided, taking small steps towards the door. Sophie's hand hovered over the doorknob, wary of it being tampered with.
"I've got to leave this room sometime," she murmured to herself. Twisting the knob and stepping out into the dimly lit hall she paused, waiting for something to occur. But after several moments, she turned to the right and continued to the end of the hall as Ruy instructed.
The soles of Sophie's shoes clattered on the cold concrete floors, echoing throughout the empty hall. There was an odd warmth to the air here—wherever she currently was—contradicting the fear instilling night she had previously experienced.
She arrived at the tall oak doors, the room inside so silent Sophie thought she might be at the wrong room.
"Screw it," she muttered to herself, pushing the doors open and strolling into the large hall.
There were a dozen or so circular tables in even rows throughout the room. Most of the tables only had two or three people sitting, despite the amount of chairs for five to six. Heads turned as she walked between tables and empty chairs.
Sophie grabbed an oddly shaped fruit, trying to ignore the brown spots forming on the surface when something about the air changed, the temperature seeming to increase. She turned her head, and standing behind with just inches between them was a girl.
She had to be around the same age as Sophie, with hair that almost looked pink. Her hair was a platinum blonde, with a strong pink undertone that consumed her hair when the moonlight from the limited windows shone through. Her skin was pale and sunkissed at the same time, and dotted with light freckles. Her eyes were the lightest she'd seen yet of the clearly inhuman beings she was currently surrounded with.
The girl looked at Sophie with disinterest, pushing the fruit in her hand back into the bowl.
"Don't eat that," she started, "it'll make you feel horrible and tastes even worse." Sophie stared at the girl, and she stood unfazed. "If you come with me, you can get some decent food that won't kill you," she walked away through a back door leading outside.
