2: Carriage

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3rd Pov

Quietly opening the window but before jumping out of it, she once again check if Yanna is sleeping.

Her chest move up and down in a slow manner, and her snores is just the final mark for her to be totally in the world of dreams.

She jump out of the window, successfully landing on the guard with such grace. Dusting the dust off her patched dress, she walk up to the horse and look at it—face to face.

She give the horse a stern look, her arms crossing above her chest "...Do tell, after kidnapping me and leaving me in the woods. Not to mention, transporting me to a whole new world, that I didn't even know existed..." the stern look she gives, now turned sharper—burning holes on the horse "...What is it this time? Where will you bring me?..." instead of answering the horse only nudge its head on her shoulder, pushing her towards the coach attach to it.

Telling her to stop asking, if she wants to know then she rides it. Which pisses (Y/n) off.

She was about to retaliate, only to stop herself after realizing it's pointless to start a fight with a horse.

Sighing deeply, having no choice anymore. She look back at the window of hers and Yanna's room, staring at it— trying to note the place where she spent her 4 months of living after being transported into another world.

Done taking mental note, she climb up to the coach. Seating comfortably inside, as the carriage drove away from her "home", (Y/n) rested her head on her palm while looking outside the window.

Aimlessly, staring in the black night, the boredom of the ride took over her and it lead her to her night sleep.

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Y/n Pov

"Where am I?" I asked myself, as I observe my surroundings, trying to sense any danger from the place.

Sensing that it's safe, for now. I meticulously take in my circumambient.

Looks like I'm in a place like a....voodoo ritual room? Narrowing my sight on the mirror placed just in front of me, out of curiosity, I starts to walk up to it.

Somewhat I feel like this mirror right now is magical. Peering closer for better view, I got startled by the sudden green flame lighted inside it.

"What the-!"

As much as it surprise me, it also struck my interest.

"Ah...my dear beloved" a voice said, from the sound of it, it must have from the mirror.

I felt my body moved on its own, my feet take a step forward towards the mirror.

"A lovely and noble flower of evil"

"Truly, you are the most beautiful of all"

"I know..."

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall"

"...Um, what? On the wall? Sir, you blind?... Whatever, it ain't my problem"

"Who is the...."

"Who is the—what? Hey! Finish it!"

"Those who are guided by the dark mirror, as long as your heart desires.." the green flames disappeared and a hand with fingers built like twigs that was dip in a flour, due to how white it was, and let's not talk about the nails. THE FROCKING NAILS! "Take the hand that appears in the mirror"

"No."

But my stupid hand totally reach to the crusty hand of who's-the-irreponsible-person owns it! I feel disgusted, beyond imagination.

Who owns those hands?!

"For Me. For Them. For You"

"You're not yet done? My gosh..."

"We are all running out of time "

"Blame yourself, you slowpoke..."

"No matter what, never let go of my hand"

"And what if I did, what you gonna do about it?"

"WELCOME TO THE VILLAINS' WORLD"

"Where ever this damn hand is going to take me too. My guts are telling me, this isn't going to be fun at all."

I yawn escape my lips and slowly my eyes starts to close. Before letting myself sleep I barely finish my sentence.

"Lucas, you son of a....you better find me, quickly!"

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