Ellis in Wattpadland

The Lost Chapters: Perhaps You Could Draw Me a Diagram

Ellis in Wattpadland – The Lost Chapters

Perhaps You Could Draw Me a Diagram

From: Diviner's Prophecy by Nicolette Andrews

A/N: I had only been back from Wattpad for a short while, when it became clear to me that my memories of that time were incomplete. Something had happened to me during that time, something inexplicable. And that was saying a lot given what had happened which I now termed explicable. It was only last night as I tossed fretfully that the memories of another adventure returned to my mind. An adventure quite disturbing in its ability to confuse and confound my fragile mental state...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I returned to my senses this time I found myself standing in a short corridor, leaning up against an ornately decorated wooden door. Strange that I should be standing, for most times when I have used my powers of divination I have found myself afterward to be lying upon the floor, or possibly in a bed if some kind soul has found me in my collapsed state and taken care of me.

However the more I thought upon it, the more I came to realize that this was not a normal awakening for me from one of my trance-like visions. For no matter how hard I tried, I could recall almost nothing of the vision. I could only recall one single word, a nonsense word really – Wattpad. It had no meaning for me. That, and a name – Lori. I do not know anyone who is called thus, and yet I cannot shake the feeling that perhaps it is in fact my own name!

My name is Maea, and I am a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Sabine. This I know, although I also know that my memories have been tampered with. What then would be the consequences should another person be thrust into my body, to take control of my mind? If this were, in fact, what happened to this Lori, would her memories also be erased? What would it mean for two people with no memories to share one body? Am I Lori, or Maea? Does it really matter, since I don't remember being either? If forced to choose though, I think I should prefer to be Lori as I have never been completely certain how to pronounce the other.

"What are you doing here, girl?" asked a hard voice, bringing me out of my circular reverie.

I looked up to find myself confronted by a tall man with a sharp-angled jaw and a cold expression. The Jerauchian Ambassador, Lord Malchor! In my surprise I slammed myself against the wooden door, which unexpectedly swung open. I tumbled backward, hitting my head against the flagstone floor. It was such a completely Lori moment. And yet, it was quite typical of Maea as well. It would have been nice if my injury could have at least been enlightening, and yet it was not.

Strong arms grabbed my shoulders and assisted me to my feet. My saviour was a tall, handsome man in his late twenties with long, shocking white hair. Johai, I realized. The Maea in me despised him at once, but the Lori was thinking she might just give him a chance to make amends...

"I found this young girl spying in the corridor," said the Ambassador to the room's occupants. This included not only Johai, but also Damara, the Dowager Duchess of House Florett, and the Queen of Danhad, Idella Raleban! Faced with such high ranking personages, I defended myself as eloquently as seemed fit...

"I didn't do it."

"Her ear was pressed to the door," the Ambassador furthered his case against me.

"Yes, she does have a habit of doing that," Damara explained. "We've given her ear muffs, yet she tends to lose them and then needs to warm herself against the walls and furniture."

I was speechless at the Dowager Duchess' willingness to spin untruths on my account, however the Ambassador was not so afflicted.

"That might explain something if this were not midsummer," he huffed.