𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 || 𝙿𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚌𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚗

𝕊𝕛𝕦

Chapter seven

(A lot of Google translate Spanish here. Will be bad. I'm sorry)

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When Thea opened her eyes this time, her surroundings had once again changed. No longer was she out in the garden of a house she hadn't been to. She now lay in a room that looked as if a child must've lived there.

The walls were a pastel purple and just beside the bed she lay in, a group of teddy bears had collected. Thea figured they had originally been in the bed, but the daughter of Hades' appearance had landed them on the floor.

But still, with the weirdness of it all, Thea felt at home. She didn't feel like a stranger to the room. Her whole body ached, but the exhaustion wasn't that bad anymore. Her hand was bandaged and her shirt had been changed.

Beside her, on a pink table that matched pretty well with the purple walls, a glass of water stood with a note under that Thea could not quite make out the words of. She figured it was for her. The door was closed.

It hurt to stand up, but Thea knew she needed to find out where exactly she was. Everything seemed so familiar, as if walking in that exact room was something she had done a million times before.

She opened the door slowly, as if afraid something or someone would attack her. But instead she was met with the sight of nothingness. A corridor with many doors, none of them open. She hesitated a moment before closing the door behind her. She walked to the end of the corridor, praying she wouldn't collapse on the way. It felt as if her body had been through hell.

"Abuela! Tienes que dejar ir la idea," said a voice from down the stairs. It was the same one she could remember from before she passed out. The boy who had asked her who she was earlier on the porch.
(You need to let the idea go)

"¿No puedes ver? ¡Tiene que ser ella!" Said another voice. (Can't you see? It has to be her!)

"Han pasado años, Abuela. No puede ser."
(It's been years, Abuela. It can't be)

Thea stepped down the stairs slowly, the shadows crowding around her feet to silence the footsteps. She should have known better, but for some reason she had decided to do it anyway. The shadows disappeared just as another headache overtook the girl's head. She gripped onto the railing, barely realising she was at the bottom of the stairs.

"¿Estás bien querida?" The woman had seen her now and was standing not far away. Thea slowly nodded. The woman stepped closer, a concerned expression settled on her features. Behind her stood the boy from earlier. Brown hair, brown eyes and an apron on which was covered in flour.
(Are you okay, sweetheart?)

"¿Dónde estoy?"
(Where am I?)

"Una mejor pregunta sería: ¿Cómo llegaste aquí?" The boy stared at her.
(A better question would be: How did you get here?)