Come explore a world of myst through a journey following two lives . Their fates seem so far apart even when destiny has a way of eclipsing things.
#Magic, mystery, thriller, action.
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A voice faded in and out.
"Excuse me miss?Are you alright?"
Vi's head felt like it had been crushed by a boulder. Raised up. Then dropped again.
"You've been sleeping for hours and the gash on your head has started bleeding again. You need to stay on your back."
A coldness settled around her as she fell into darkness again. The voice grew faint.
A putrid smell, rotten and moldy pressed against the inside of her nostrils.
Vi's eyes fluttered open to find a crumbling wooden ceiling overrun with ivy. She tried sitting–and failed tremendously. Her arms weren't working.
"Don't overdo it." A gentle palm pressed her shoulder down. Vi's eyes jerked to the stranger, and for one tense moment, she saw the villainous snarl of the soldier. But his hatred and anger was not in the expression before her. Only the concerned face of a girl.
She raised a careful hand to the spot above Vi's right eye–the source of the stabbing pain in her head. "What happened to you?"
"I-I'm not sure," she croaked, and pushed herself into a sitting position. Hunger gathered into a knot in her stomach, and thirst burned her throat. She spotted a torch in the distance and battled a moth-like urge to approach it. It hung above a pair of red doors that were chained shut. Vi fought that panic that surged into her chest. Judging by the faint moonlight filtering through the ceiling, it was already well past dusk. She didn't want to imagine how far she was from Grimwater.
"Where are we?" she asked, trying not to scream.
"In a barn, somewhere outside Beckinsdale," the girl began to answer, then faltered, having realized they hadn't introduced themselves. "My name is Miriam, but friends call me Mira."
Vi managed to lift her arm and take Mira's hand. "Vi."
Mira's smile reached her hazel eyes. Their subtle brownness complementing her skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vi."
"You were arrested too?" Vi had already taken notice of the black horns growing from the crown of Mira's skull.
"Captured," she corrected. It was a the truth, no need to beat around it. An arrest usually didn't come with thirty lashes. "There's a few others back there," Mira gestured toward the rear of the barn. "But they're all sleeping." Vi's eyes focused on the dark figures piled at the barns rear.
"What will they do with us?" It was the only question she cared about, having wanted to ask since regaining her mind. Mira seemed hesitant to answer, teeth playing at the top of her lip.
"Best case, they'll have us... then leave. Worst case, they bring us to Teleroa and we're sold to the highest bidder."
Vi arched a thick brow. "Have... us?" Mira's eyes darkened, ran a trail over Vi, before ending on the gash on her forehead. "You don't remember much of your journey at all... do you?"
