Sandrone pov
I rushed to Her Majesty's throne room. I bowed and listened carefully to the Tsaritsa's words.
"If you've realized, Y/n is g o n e." the Tsaritsa says slyfully.
"They.. They indeed are. What shall I do about this?" I ask.
"Remember that little gadget Y/n used to have with her all the time?" she asked me.
I nodded in response, "Yes, your majesty"
"Didn't you make a prototype of it?..." she questions, with a questionable gaze.
"...Right, yes.. You are right. I did make one" I say, thinking where I had put it.
"Contact Y/n through it. Make sure she's safe" the Tsaritsa demanded.
I nodded.
"You're dismissed." she says at last.
I quickly hurry out of the room and run into my office. (Actually my machine did this)
I quickly entered my office and searched around for the 'phone'.
Aha! Got it!
Y/n pov
I opened my phone to see a message from an unknown user.
How could somebody message me? There wasn't any signal thingy around here or another 'human' from my world... At least, not that I know of.
So basically, some explaining I have to do. Sandrone had made some edits to this phone, so it didn't need any signals to send messages and etc.
I opened the message, looking at what it says.
Unknown user
Hi.
sent at 9:21 read
Me
Who the hell r u?!??!
What do u want
sent at 9:22 read
Unknown user
U okay?
sent at 9:23
Who the hell was this?!???! Honestly, why would they care if I was okay?
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the one and only, Aether...
"Welcome to my new humble abode!" I exclaim.
"Follow me." he demands.
I narrow my eyes, following him slowly outside.
"Is this were you were staying?" he asks, pointing to the hotel.
I nod in response.
"Get your stuff and meet me here back outside." he orders, again.
I grab my stuff, but pause at the door, which was shut.
I could easily escape... But the Favonious people would be after me.... Nowhere to go...
I step outside, with my bag slung around my arm, embracing what would happen to me next.
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