Chapter 7 Golden Chairs

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I opened my eyes to a brightly colored room.

It felt strange, the room I was in was not the one I went to sleep in. The air here felt warmer and cleaner. There wasn't a spec of dust in the air.

Where am I? Where exactly am I?

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in the bed.

On what I first saw was the bright sun rays that shined through silk curtains draped on the window next to the bed. In front of the silk curtains were two matching golden ones.

"Where am I?" I whispered in a small voice. It came off louder than I trained. It sounded like a woman's and I looked up afraid of a woman standing in the room. No one was in the room with me...I was alone and-.

I looked down and gasped, arms. Connected to me were two long tan arms perfectly lighted to be a pale tan.

I was in a dress. I was wearing shoes. How...how does something like this happen? No, it can not be real. For years I've been in the streets and back alleyways as a black cat.

"I'm human," I whispered running one of my hands through my now long dark redwood hair.

I stood up and slowly inched toward the golden dresser. On it lay countless priceless jewels. All of them glimmered and shined in the early morning rays.

I touched one.

As I did, it felt like a jolt, but it felt like a calling as well.

A loud knock sounded at the door. I paused and waited for it to die, but it turned harder and harder. The knock turned into a loud racket like someone kicking at the door.

I sank into the corner next to the dresser. I couldn't say anything, I just watched the strong door jump with every kick.

I shot up once I configured enough power. "Who are you? Stop it!"

The thuds stopped and it returned to a light knock. A small voice came from the other side.

I put my hands on the handles of the door and pulled. The doors screehed with pain and tunnels of dut flew through the air.

The room suddenly filled with cold air and then the only sound left was a click.

My grip on the doors tightened as I looked down. Now sheathed in my stomache was a silver and gold dagger.

"Blood," I whispered falling back.

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