Imagine~ Will Herondale

4~ A New Home

Your POV~

    The first thing you notice as your eyes flutter open is that you have no clue where you are. While observing, a slice of pain slams into your head. The elves apparently thought it was funny to keep hammering in your head. The more you look around the room and consider all the endless possibilities that could have happened after you fainted (At least that's what you assume you did. You couldn't really remember anything after the blood), the harder the nails were hammered, peeling away your sanity little by little.

You can barely lift your eyelids and everything seems a bit foggy. From what you could make out, you are lying in a small bed with a decorated quilt on top of you that has strange patterns weaved in it. Surrounding you are other beds identical to yours. Huge windows take up the wall in front of you, making the whole place seem more open and brighter. There is no visible ceiling and on both sides of the room are what seem to be identical bookshelves lining the walls.

Movement from the far side of the room catches your eye. Your head jerks and a sharp pain travels from the base of your skull. A groan escapes from your mouth and in less than a second, someone is by your side.

"Hey... shhh." A soothing voice with gentle hands slowly turns your body. You feel them pulling something off your head and replacing it. They turn your body again to face them. An elderly face greets you. "My name's Greta. If you need anything just call." A small smile appears on her lips and before you know it she's gone. Okay, not extremely weird at all. Lifting your eyes from the spot Greta had been moments before, you survey the room again. What is this place? Why am I here? Where's Will? Without giving you time to answer any of those questions, your fatigue takes over once again.

You wake up again in the dead of night. Curtains had been drawn from unknown origins to cover the perfectly clear glass windows, not even letting a sliver of the moonlight shine through. The only lights in the room emit from the floating candles above every bed.

Suddenly very hot, you throw off the thin, cream sheets and taking a deep breath, gently set a bare foot on the floor, and then another. A wave of dizziness hits you and you steady yourself by putting a hand on the table adjacent to the bed. After it passes, you slowly take a couple steps. You notice the loose, white dress you have on, the end barely hitting above your knee. Where are my clothes?

Spotting a door a couple beds down, you quickly walk over to it. A shaky hand reaches out to twist the crystal handle.

"Will?" Your voice echoes off the cold cobblestones covering the barren hallway. The place had an almost eerie feel, yet somehow felt like home. Paintings, which boldly coated the walls, depicted everything from battles to portraits. One of the portraits looked slightly familiar, but even with closer inspection, you had no idea where you had seen it before.

Moving on further down the hall and around a corner was a massive set of wooden doors that would take 4 of you stacked on top of each other to reach the top. Soft murmurs echo from inside, too faint to distinguish what was being said. You gently nudge the door and it creaks open a couple inches. The voices go silent and you fully open the door, revealing a rather lavish dining room.

The longest, most elaborately carved rectangular table stretches out in front of you, surrounded by comfortable looking cushioned chairs. It takes up about a third of the spacious dining room. The other 2/3 contained a lounge area with a fireplace and a sprawl of chairs. More ancient bookcases sit just near the living space. Weirdly enough, no light source seems to be present, yet the room is well lit.

Swiveling your attention back to the table, you immediately notice the mouthwatering scent emitting from rows on rows of turkeys, mashed potatoes and gravy before the people sat around the table.

Your first thought upon seeing everyone gathered around the table was, "Isn't it a bit late for dinner?"

Will chuckles and you realize, "Shit i said that out loud. Not embarrassing at all!" Your cheeks warm as Will walks over to you from his spot at the table. His outfit was more than a bit interesting. Black, stretchy material fitted to his body covered every inch of him other than his hands and face. What looked to be fresh mud flecked his worn leather boots. Your gaze wanders back up to his face, where a lopsided smile made his deep blue eyes crinkle slightly. Weird, he shows no signs of his short lived aloofness from yesterday. At least, you think it was yesterday that you met him. I mean, how long could you have been unconscious?

"Would you care to join us?" he politely asks. By us, he refers to Jem, Cecily, an older man with a mess of ginger hair, and a small, gentle looking woman with brown hair. The 4 of them and Will seem almost comedic with the size of their dining table.

Instead of answering you ask, "Where am I?"

"Our home," Will answers without a beat.

"And where is that?"

"Fleet Street, right where the old church burned in the Great Fire of London, 1666."

"But that's impossible," You argue, knowing that there was nothing there except for an abandoned church.

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GUYS
IM SO SO SO SO SORRY
I LITERALLY HAVENT UPDATED IN YEARS THATS ACTUALLY INSANE
I CANT BELIEVE PEOPLE STILL READ THIS AND THINK ITS GOOD IT SEEMS LIKE SO LONG AGO I WROTE THIS
ALSO 2K VIEWS WHAT?????
THANK YOU GUYS ILY I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO THANK YOU
enjoy this chapter i wrote so long ago but never uploaded!
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