Forever Luna

Optimism

noun ~ hopefulness and confidence about the future or outcome of something

POLLUX

I came to rather begrudgingly, but this time, something was different. As I blinked past the headache in my temple, my eyes started to sting. Taking some deep breaths, I struggled through the absurdity, and when I opened my eyes, it was definitely different.

Locked in a dark room, I couldn't be certain.

But the tingling of my senses wasn't... normal.

That or the hit to the most recent head has really fucked me over. Perhaps I was actually blind now, and not cursed to be.

Groaning softly, I rolled into a more comfortable position. The movement made my head pulsate, and I knew I wouldn't get any medication because they didn't want to 'taint my blood'. I'd just have to manage it, and hope that food and water would come soon to help.

I sought the nearest wall, pressing my back into it. I really needed to piss, thanks to them forcing me to drink water. Apparently, my most recent blood work wasn't up to standard.

They weren't taking it as often anymore, either. I assumed it was because of whatever tests they were doing told them so. If you deprive a plant of basic needs, it was going to wilt, after all.

Goddess, I sound like my sister.

I wonder if they were even looking for me.

I haven't been in touch in a long time.

I sighed, scratching my nails across my knees. My skin was dry, my fingers dragging over the few littered scabs on my skin. It was something to pass the time; something to concentrate my thoughts on whilst stuck here in solitude.

But then the door opened, and I blinked in surprise.

Not because of the door, or the entrance of whoever it was. But because the room shifted.

I rubbed my eyes clear, double-checking that what I was seeing was real.

It was.

It had to be.

I could see a light. The entire room flooded with a shade of brightness, and then a shadow came and hovered before me, before hands curled around my elbows. My head moved with their movement as they pulled me to my feet, but I was too stunned to speak.

My vision was coming back.

I could see light and shadows.

How?

Why?

Perhaps the hit to my head last time I was out shook some of the spell loose.

Perhaps the witch wasn't very strong.

Either way, I needed to play it cool. If a wolf, fang, witch or whatever the heck they have here finds out I have some kind of vision, I'll lose it.

"Pollux!"

I internally groaned, rolling my eyes at the excited voice of the man in charge. I saw a shadow move to my right, approaching us as we entered the room. He took me from my retriever, before dragging me to a seat.

I was tired of being dragged around, but I just let it happen. I have been in and out of that room so many times now I lost track. What day was it? No clue.

What hour? You're funny if you think I knew that either.

"What do you want now?" I sighed.

"What makes you think I want something?"