Mystic - EN version

Chapter 2 : Rebirth

She felt as heavy as lead. What had happened again? Oh yes, the white void, the black door and that silhouette... That man... Was he there? She wanted to get up, but her body wouldn't let her. First, she tried to move her fingers. At the same time, she began to think. Where was she? In bed. To the left of her bunk was a window through which an orange sky could be seen. So it was evening...

"It's like my body is stiff from all the time I've spent in this place without moving... How long was I there? Why was I there?"

She managed to raise one arm, then the other, her head and finally sat up on the bed. Not all her senses were fully awake and her vision was vaguely blurred. Her tongue was dry and her ears were ringing. She stayed like that for a while, letting her body recover completely. She was probably at the house of the man who had brought her out of this void, but where was he? Surely he could help her see things more clearly... Then she recognised his voice, behind the door, probably in a corridor. At least, she thought she recognised it, but perhaps her ears were failing her, as was her memory.

– I hope she's awake. I can't wait any longer.

A voice, which sounded like a woman's, answered him softly.

- She's spent a lot of time there, she needs to rest.

- I know, you've told me several times. But I've been waiting too long.

The two voices gradually drifted apart, so that she could no longer hear their conversation. Sitting in her bunk, which was an enormous four-poster bed, she observed the room she was in, for want of anything better to do. In fact, the place was quite simple, with just a wardrobe and a desk, in addition to the bed where she had slept. On the desk were some books and a writing case. She looked to the right of the bed and, as she had expected, there was a door. She would have liked to see what she looked like, but apparently there was no mirror, sadly.

She could see perfectly clearly now. She shifted her legs in the hope of being able to stand up and brought her knees up to her chest. Her body was visibly getting used to moving again. She lifted the white blanket around her and noticed that she was wearing nothing more than a short-sleeved dress.

"There must be something in this wardrobe to change into," she thought.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. None of her limbs were stiff anymore, and she could now move around as she pleased. She placed one foot on the parquet floor, then the other. It felt strange to be standing. She wobbled a little and walked slowly but surely towards the wardrobe opposite the four-poster bed. She grasped the handle between her fingers. Strangely, it was warm, as if someone had already opened the wardrobe. She pulled and opened one of the doors.

In the wardrobe hung a number of dresses, each more frilly than the last. Behind the other door, she noticed a mirror that covered most of the back of the wardrobe and saw that she could take it down. She did so and placed it carefully against the wall. Then she looked closely at what was reflected in the mirror.

She had long, slightly wavy golden hair that reminded her of a huge waterfall of gold. Rebellious strands ran back over her cheeks and forehead.

She noticed that she had scars that looked like scratches on her right cheek. She passed her hand over them, wondering how she had got them. At the same time, she wondered if the man who had saved her could really answer all her questions.

"Where am I, who are you, why am I here, why was I there, why did you pull me out of this void, what happened to my memory? she listed. Who am I, in the end?"

She left the mirror aside and looked at the dresses. Frills, ribbons, even sequins! None of them suited her, they were all too flashy and colourful for her taste, until she spotted a long white cotton dress with a collar and wide sleeves at the back of the row. A fine leather belt held the waist.

She decided that the dress was fine and took it off its hanger.

She took off her nightdress, which was too short, and put on the other outfit. It was a little too big for her, but it would do. She carefully tied the leather belt just above her waist to avoid tripping over the sides of her dress. However, she was still barefoot, but that didn't bother her that much.

She closed the wardrobe doors and now examined the desk and the things on it. She took a book in her hands, fiddled with it and opened it. Inside, there were a multitude of symbols that were unfamiliar to her, although she recognised some of them.

Then, suddenly, someone knocked on the door. She turned, surprised, and before she could answer, the man who had saved her entered the room.