The Fourteen Of Majestia || Book 2 ||

Chapter 6

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A blinding light, that's what she saw at first.

It was all white, a painful beam of what seemed to be her consciousness slowly waking up. Her eyes hurt from the flash but slowly she adjusted. It died out quickly, turning from bright white sun to an ominous night with no stars leaving her to deal with the darkness alone and mystified. She was hit with a wave of panic, what was she doing here? What was this place? Where was everyone else?

She couldn't move and that scared her more. Was this a dream?  Was she even alive?

She couldn't remember anything. What had happened to her?

"Both of them have been–" a voice came out from under the heavy water, before disappearing into the void again. "Likely that they'll be–" and again. "Try not to." And again.

She couldn't recognize the person, he was a male and sounded older than many of her peers. Who was he? So many questions, she wanted to grab onto him, to ask him, to finally know what was wrong with her.

But the darkness that imprisoned her didn't let her move. It kept itself attached to her, kept her contained in a dreadful embrace. No words, no movement, and slowly, she started losing her thoughts.

Heavy. That's what she felt after a while. She felt heavy and tired. And before she could even realise it, she was already going back into her deep sleep.

Then again, after just a few moments of peace, she woke up. This time, there was no flash of light. Instead, she felt warmth in her hand like someone had been holding it.

"My sweet daughter,"

Mom?

"I haven't seen you in so long, and this is how we first meet?"

I must be dreaming. She's out on a mission with dad.

Whether she believed it was her mother or not, the warmth felt nice. She didn't realize it before but she was freezing like her blood had run cold in the twilight.

She wanted to hear more. Perhaps be comforted.

Was the guy from earlier talking to her? Who was he?

Confusion. Unanswered questions. Moments of panic. Hysteria. That's what most of her consciousness allowed her to do or feel. Occasionally she felt cold as if her body had been thrown into a frozen lake but eventually, it would all lead her to go back to sleep and awaken some other time.

However, one day, the flashing light came back. And it wasn't her brain that hallucinated it. It was real.

Bright lights of a room penetrated her irises, loud beeps drumming in her ears. At first, she couldn't see anything. It was all a blurry white and blue mess, images mushed together to create a haze.

Her mouth felt dry like she hadn't had water in months, there was a certain heaviness to her head that didn't allow her to raise her neck and look around. Slowly, as the world around her materialized, she managed to find herself in a hospital room.

She was laid on a bed, a blanket covering her body from her toes to her chest. IV drips were attached to her hands and her neck was cramped from whatever thick pillow her head was laid on. Gradually, she moved her hand, very slowly lifting it to rub her eyes clean of whatever was subtly blocking her vision still.

Curtains surrounded the left side of the room and blocked whatever was there.

"Doctor! Hurry! She's awake!"