000 - 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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450 years ago

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450 years ago

You could feel yourself getting poked, pinched and tapped in multiple different areas of your body. A harsh pull being felt from your scalp, a pinch on your cheek and your stomach was getting poked by a long sharp fingernail.

"...be gentle with her, she's only just woke up what are you doing? You could hear a cool toned voice from, around you? Next to you? No. In front? No. Behind? Also no. You just knew whoever it was, wasn't far away from you whatsoever.

You felt a harsh pain in the back of your head, almost as if something was digging into the back of your skull.

You try to move, yet your body couldn't move, no matter what you did, no matter how fast or slow you attempted to move you couldn't.

You tried to even wiggle your fingers, which was also no use. You were stuck in that same exact position unable to move, barely being able to breathe. Just listening to the feminine voice lecture a masculine one.

"I told you this wouldn't work! What have you done you've just... there's a random 18 year old girl laid on this bed! You said it would work!"

"Well it has worked because if it hadn't there wouldn't be a body here! It's alive, okay. That's all that matters."

"Are you seriously calling her an it? She's a girl? Stop being so disrespectful Dottore! You know she is a woman! So why would you call her an it?"

"Fine, fine. Because she isn't awake yet. You're acting like she's laid completely lifeless! It's going to work I promise you. I only called her an it because well - I don't know! Just wait she hasn't even managed to wake up!" The masculine voice sighs in frustration.

"If she isn't breathing you're losing your job. I would've wasted so much mora, resources, lives for Celestia's sake! Just check if she's breathing. We can't have this fail."

"Okay calm down!" The masculine voice, says. You feel two strong fingers push against the side of your neck, finding your pulse.

"Your majesty.. she's breathing." The masculine voice was now much lower, sounding much more amused, slightly shocked feeling your slow pulse against his fingers. His face was closer to yours, you could tell by the way you could feel his breath hitting against your jawline.

You still couldn't see anything, your vision was completely black, and you could only hear the two people talking. You could still feel as if you were being observed by multiple pairs of eyes, which made your shiver slightly.

"She moved.." A cold finger trailed down your arm, causing you to shiver once more.

"She did it again, do you think it's worked?" The masculine voice says, voice filled with excitement and amusement.

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