The Saint's Academys

Eight: Eleanor

Eleanor's POV

The darkness, while not unpleasant, was slightly unsettling. I stood up and began to walk. If I have no clue what is going on I ought to explore. There isn't really anything else to do. After quite a while I saw a slight glow. Stepping towards it, it grew larger and larger until I was directly in front of it. I glowed and was a shimmery milky white color. I shifted and moved a bit in the air and being intrigued I reached out and touched it.

I got a rush of energy, but it immediately disappeared. It spread, flowing up my arm, down my chest, over my head, and down my legs. It felt like silk and was pleasant but the sudden movement shocked me and I let out a short shriek before I was completely covered. I was in my dream again. The one of the ball. But this time it was paused.

I began to wander looking at the people, their clothes, the room, everything. It was the Victorian era for sure. There was no modern technology. As I wandered I came upon a girl. This child looked like me.

I looked at her for a moment when she blinked. I jumped back straight away shocked.

Does this mean everyone can move? Is this a prank or something? What is happening?

The girl shook her head and looked around before speaking to herself. Guess she hadn’t noticed me....

"Damn! This place is awesome, but this dress. Ugh, how could I beat anyone up if I had to wear this all the time?" She stopped then and looked around. "Where the hell is this anyway? I was ....." She trailed off thinking about had happened.

Thinking back, it was slightly foggy. I was with the twins, and they were excited, and they were talking. About what I couldn’t quite recall.

"Oy! Hey you, are you awake too?" The girl said her face near mine. I screamed jumping back.

She chuckled. "No need to freak. But now I defiantly know you’re awake, after all, you and I are the only two who didn’t dissolve." She said matter-of-factly, gesturing to the now empty ballroom.

Finding my voice I asked, "Where did they all go? This room has been filled for ages. I was wandering around seeing if anyone was awake until I found you."

She shrugged, not concerned. "No clue. But whatever. Who are you and do you have any clue why were here and where here is?"

"Not sure where we are, but I had a dream before that I was here. You were in it too. I didn’t talk to you, but whatever. How old are you anyway? You look anywhere between seven and ten years old. Oh yeah, I am Eleanor Leeta Godfrey. Who are you?"

She got a puzzled look on her face. "Leeta? Well, I'm Miriam Avani Castor. I am defiantly not between seven and ten. I am a high school student. 'ow 'bout you?"

"Same here, I'm a high school student. Why do ya think we look like little kids?"

She though a moment then replied brightly, "Probably 'cause this is like the dream, ya know?"

I nodded; it seemed to be a reasonable answer. Then I thought more about her answer. 

"Wait a second, how do you know about the dream? I barely mentioned it!" I said shocked.

"I had it too. It was some girl named Leeta's birthday and the windows shattered." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

I was about to respond when I noticed something. She was fading, disappearing. So was I now that I thought about it.

"Miriam-" I got out before she interrupted me with a hiss.

"Don’t call me that. Call me Avani." She said looking flustered at her first name.

"Very well," I said and she frowned a bit. "You and I are fading."

She looked down and yelped. "Ah! My bodies half gone! The hell is going on here?"

I shrugged, not bothering to speak. She noticed and then calming down asked me a question.

"Why do you speak in such a... old fashioned manner, I suppose." She said finally.

"I always have, and I believe I always will. What about you? You speak in either a respectful way or with sentences full of swearing. Why do you speak like that?"

She thought about that. "That’s how people have spoken to me like in the past four years."

"What do you mean the past four years?" I asked curious about why only the past four years.

"I have amnesia for everything before then." She added a nonchalant shrug at the end.

"It is the same for me as well," I said excited, that I was not the only person with amnesia.

The scene faded away, back to the darkness.

"Avani? Avani? Are you still here?" I called out. She didn’t reply.

I began to wander again. After a while I lay down, and closed my eyes.

When they were opened again I was awake.

I stared at a ceiling with crown molding. Not uncommon, but interesting all the same. The door of the room opened, and someone entered. I turned my head to the side slightly and looked at them. My head throbbed and pounded so I didn’t want to move too much.

It was Najika. She walked towards me but suddenly stopped.

“Hello Najika, what happened?” I asked softly. She gasped.

“You’re awake?” she said incredulous.

“Yes, what happened though?” I asked.

“Who did you meet?” Libby said bluntly, popping up at my side and scaring the life out of me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, slightly confused as sleep was dragging me in to its depths.

“In your dream, or vision as it could be called, who did you meet and where?” Najika put kindly.

“I was in a Victorian era ballroom, and I met a girl name Avani, Miriam Avani Castor.” I said before falling asleep.