After the events surrounding Mobius and the mysterious Doctor Manhattan, the world and the galaxy fastly recovers.
Anastasia Jordan, Empress of Zakull and mother of many gets involved into her own new adventure when she awakens and discovers a stran...
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Anastasia opened her eyes, squinting as the sun Nire opened her eyes, squinting as the sun spots splashed across her face. The yellow light filtered through the leaves of the large sycamore tree that stood in her front yard, just outside her bedroom window. It was a quiet, peaceful morning, and she took her time getting out of bed. Glancing at her night stand the time read 10:30am. Not too late, she supposed. Her mother had probably already made breakfast, but Jane didn't make a habit of waking Nire on the days she slept in.
Sleeping, after all, was not Anastasia's strong suit. In fact she was hard pressed to do so most nights, and her nightly routine of preparing for bed was one of exasperating lengths. Last night had been a new moon, which was always a small source of discomfort. Even though she had a nightlight she preferred the blue glow of moonlight washing her room, to the tiny confined glimmer stuck to her wall. It was a bit odd for a woman her age to have a nightlight, but it was better than sleeping with the light on like she used to.
Summer was on its way and Anastasia was facing her last few days of classes in high school. Only three more days and she would be graduating. Today however, was Sunday, and Nire planned to spend it lazing about, drawing in her sketchbook. After dressing and spending a few moments in the bathroom brushing her long brown hair, Nire
"Nice to see you this morning, my love," her husband commented.
"Indeed, it was easier to wake up after the sun came up," she joked as she headed towards the pantry.
"I did save you a few pieces of bacon if you'd like," Amras added.
"Ok thanks," Anastasia said as she rummaged. "Ah ha!" Nire exclaimed as she found what she had been searching for. Popping out of the pantry with a muffin in her mouth she tossed the packaging into the trash and got the bacon her husband had saved for her. She sat at the kitchen table, muffin in one hand, bacon in the other.
Soon. . . Anastasia finished her breakfast and headed out the back of the Elven house to sit under her favorite tree while she drew on her personal datapad journal. On one of its branches was a wooden swing that had been there since her mother was young. This was one of the places Anastasia felt truly at peace, often spending many hours under its heavy branches.
