The Last Goddess Standing

Chapter 22

Hey guys, I know I haven't been the best at updating this story and I'm not even going to make up an excuse. I should have been more  dedicated to writing TLGS but I wasn't.

Anyways, i have realised that most of the previous chapters need to undergo some serious editing.

Aurora's POV

       Light seeped through a crevice between my pupil and eyelid. Ringlets of blurry yellow and blue dotted my vision. Before I am able to become more aware of my surroundings, my eyelids closed once more and I am left in the darkness, all alone. I tried to think, to think of the reason why I am in this strange setting but a lighting of pain strucks my head when I think.

         My consciousness drifts between dream and reality, determined to remain awake I fight the urge  to sleep. I felt drowsy and my eyelids were heavy. Too many times have I felt this way. Each time that I woke up I would always fall back asleep. I have no idea how or why. Despite that I have a gut feeling that this would be that last time of it happening.

   I attempt to move my fingers but a numb stiffness cut through my arm, preventing me from further navigation. My fingers creased to move but the pain the numbness left was still there. I count to ten silently in my head and then another ten and another until the numbness in my hand dissipated. Despite the absence of the numbness, I dared not to move. I feared of its return.

     Suddenly I felt sick, sick of not moving and being immobile. But when i thought i was done with being frozen the door slides open.

   "Are you certain this is a good idea?" A raspy voice asked sliding the door closed. "If Draven or our supervisor finds out, we are going to be fried pieces of fairy meat"

   "I would rather be a piece of fried fairy meat than to live life with the guilt that I didn't save somebody when I had the power to do so." A not so quiet voice answered. "Draven would probably crement us alive."

   "Whats the difference between that and being fried?" The first voice snorted quietly.

   "We would be a beautiful golden brown if we were to be fried but if we were cremented I believe we would be nothing more than ashes."

    I was not sure of the number of days, or maybe weeks, months or years that I had been held prisoner in this strange place. But the sound of voices seem foreign to me. I had been so distracted by their conversation that I failed to realize that their footsteps have been getting closer.

     Were they going to save and rescue me from this eerie place? Maybe they will provide me with the explanation I deserve.

      "She's gorgeous." Said the raspy voice.

       "That's disgusting. She could be a dead corpse for all you know." The second voice said in a snobby tone.

        "You are disrespecting the dead. "

     "I thought we were here to remove her from the fish tank."
  
       "Fish tanks lay horizontally, this one is vertical. Shes in a human tank."

      "She's not human."

      "Right."

      Listening to their lighthearted  conversation was amusing. It felt good to be hearing something rather than to wait in silence.

   I could hear things! But didn't they say I was in a fis---human tank? Does that mean there is water? How have i been able to survive much less hear?