Beauty of a crystal

CHAPTER 25

"Crystal," a gentle voice called out from a distance, slowly rousing her from deep slumber. "Crystal, wake up. You've made it to heaven." The voice, sweet and familiar, wrapped around her, pulling her into consciousness with its warmth and kindness.

"You have to wake up, Crystal," the mysterious voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber. The words lingered in the air, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency. After a moment, a heavy sigh punctuated the silence, followed by the distinct sound of footsteps approaching from across the room.

"Is Her Majesty awake," a new timid voice asked, barely above a whisper, and Crystal's heavy eyelids slowly began to flutter open, revealing the dimly lit surroundings of her chamber?

"A-Abigail," Crystal spoke, her voice still small from sleeping.

"Thank goodness! I thought you'd never wake up," Abigail came into view as she hovered over her.

"Shall I begin listing your duties for the day, or would you prefer to wait until breakfast is over?" The other voice spoke. Still unaware of who she was, Crystal sat up and leaned her back against the headboard.

Crystal furrowed her brow in confusion and asked, "What duties?" She glanced around the unfamiliar room, her gaze lingering on the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't where she had fallen asleep last time, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

This room was enormous, to say the least. It was adorned with stunning artwork on the walls and featured a grandiose bed that seemed unnecessarily large for just one person. In fact, it could easily accommodate five people if it wanted to. The sheets were a pristine white, with bold black lightning straps creating an intricate pattern. However, before she could take in the rest of the room, Abigail blocked her view.

The garden outside was lush and expansive, but it wasn't visible from where she stood. Driven by curiosity, she made her way to the large window and eagerly drew the curtains open.

At that moment, she was greeted by a sight that took her breath away - the very garden from her first dream after meeting them, standing in all its magnificence and grandeur.

The field was adorned with the most stunning and vibrant black and white roses, their colors creating a striking contrast that captivated her senses.

"Absolutely stunning, isn't it? I find myself captivated by it every single day," Abigail remarked, noting the incredulous expression on Crystal's face.

Crystal turned to face Abigail, a single tear running down her cheek.

"Where am I?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. Abigail furrowed her brow, her eyes filled with confusion, and for a brief moment, the two women locked eyes, silently communicating their bewilderment. Then, as if a sudden realization dawned on Abigail, her expression softened into an understanding smile as she turned towards Crystal.

"Shh, let's have a moment of silence," Abigail requested as she gestured for the girl to leave the room. With a mischievous smile, she turned to Crystal and said, "I think you fell asleep and ended up in the wrong timeline, Your Majesty. But don't worry, you'll be back where you belong when you wake up... in the meantime, do you care to join me for a walk?"

She was not given any time to answer before she found herself quickly getting dressed and rushing out into the hallway in less than a second. It was the same hallway from her recurring dreams, the dark and scary place where she used to run in endless circles without direction. However, this time, it felt different. The hallway was drowning in beauty and light, a stark contrast to its usual ominous appearance.

As they strolled along, she couldn't help but feel captivated by the scene before her. "I've never seen anything quite like this," she remarked, her eyes filled with wonder. She made a mental note of the various doors and corners they passed, ensuring she could find her way back.