The Heiress Of Ronzerony

05

Chapter 5 | Flames, Flames Everywhere

Blackness flooded the view, beautified by gleaming blue streams that danced enchantingly slow. Their reflection swirled upon Drake's waking face, his eyes fluttering open with a bit of a struggle.

Once the boy had managed to sit up and his eyes registered to the dim light cascading on his shoulders, he looked around in confusion, trying to remember what happened to him.

Feathers. he remembered as a faint image of black feathers falling from a blurry mable sky emerged into his head. Confused and baffled, he tried to focus his vision on his surroundings. A dark indigo colored blanket was curled up in his lap, its softness touching his bare skin. The bed he was in was of purely white wood, and a nightstand stood next to it with a single cup of water there.

Drake lifted the cup and sipped on the water he very much felt like he craved nothing but it, glancing around himself in slowly increasing panic. As the last drop of water entered his mouth, he started to get out of bed, but a screeching pain rose at the sides of his torso and he felt like he was about to throw up. With a loud groan escaping his mouth involuntarily, he collapsed back into the comfy matresses, feeling as if the pain was made by a dagger running up and down his insides repeatedly.

The vague cloud of memories of what happened flashed before his strictly shut eyes, and he saw the demonic birds that attacked him and how they clashed and clawed at his body. He'd never felt so weak in his life, so fragile and helpless and alone. More importantly, he's never seen anything like what he did, and as he opened his eyes and glanced down at his bare hurt torso, he wondered if what happened was actually what came to him mind or if it were all a complicated nightmare from Satan himself.

The door at the far end of the room creaked open with a fast and loud movement, and a figure of a girl came rushing in with a bowl of clear water and a towel in her hands. "Took you some time to finally rise, human." she said, a wide grin tugging at her rosy lips. She placed the things she held on the nightstand, and proceeded to help Drake get positioned in the right way for a treatment. Drake complied, unable to resist the girl's silent commands.

She had a petite small body, black hair falling in greasy curls onto her shoulders as her bright and lively brown eyes were focused on the task at hand. Her skin was smooth and white as snow, a vibrant reddish color painting her cheeks adorably. She was dressed in black overalls with a plain white shirt, and somehow, though the room was dark as most of the colors she wore were, she seemed to be a lively bubble in the room and Drake couldn't help but stare at her in admiration.

She muttered something under her breath and jogged towards the curtains across from Drake's bed and with a swift draw of them, the sunlight came pouring in onto Drake's body and face, making him squint and look away from the window. "I suppose you're not fond of sunlight?" she asked as she went back to her place beside him. "Not at the moment." he grumbled, seeing nothing but exploding balls of fiery red and orange behind his half-shut eyeslids. "Well then, deal with it." she said, a smirk popping onto her soft features. Drake looked at her with a blank expression, making her burst out laughing once she caught it.

"I'm kidding, human."

"Hi Kidding, my name is actually Drake."

"Hi Drake, my name is actually Christina."

That name weirdly suited her, Drake thought as he watched her dampening the towel in the water with a smile etched onto her features. The sunlight fell gracefully onto her skin, making it look as if it were shining, like an angel that fell from the sun and not from Heaven. "Where am I?" Drake asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted. His lips felt dry and chapped, and he couldn't help but lick them every few seconds. "As much as I'd love to explain everything, I believe it's not my story to tell. Once you feel ready to face the Brothers downstairs you may come down." she replied as she gentely pressed the wet towel to his cuts to clean up. Drake didn't reply, and instead he gazed at the now familiar surroundings. "You can take a shower in there," Christina said, pointing to a door at the other end of the room which was full of several other beds like his. "I'll get you some food by the time you're finished." she continued. Drake nodded with a grateful smile on his face as he slowly heaved himself up from the warm bed. "Oh and, um, you're really lucky to have yourself a friend like her majesty. If it weren't for her and the Son of Willace you would've been gone a long time ago." she said, a soft smile appearing faintly on her lips.