Camellia's POV
As quickly as the male appeared, he was gone without a trace. I blinked hard, trying to find out if what I saw was real.
It was.
The halls looked like they were made out of glass, and at the slightest touch they would shatter. I breathed in and out, to see my breath looking like a cloud. I wasn't cold at all.
"Excuse me? Who are you?" A voice cracked.
I stood still. It was hard to remember this wasn't a dream where everyone knew me. No, this was reality. All of this is real.
"Camellia. Who are you?" I called out, but I received nothing but a grunt.
"I don't know you. Where are you from?" The voice asked.
"Come out and I'll tell you." There was a click of someone's shoe and a dash of silver in my vision, and it disappeared.
"Behind you." I identified the voice as female, and turned around only to find a small dagger pointed at my mouth. I almost screamed.
She was about 5,7, with long, curly ginger hair and green eyes. Her cheeks were red as rose petals, and her hands were shaking.
"You didn't answer my question. Tell me now or I'll kill you."
"I died. And then I ended up here. Is that good enough? Can you put the dagger down?" I blurted the last sentence a bit too quickly, and the girl put the dagger at my neck.
"Don't ever come down this hall again. Leave. Now."
As I slowly backed away, the girl dropped her sword and ran away.
