Between being imprisoned in suffocating luxury, and trying not to get killed, who has time for pet dragons, running from the very people who imprisoned your, and protecting the galaxy, all while trying to stay sane and not lose your ability, am I ri...
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I hate dreams. I just hate dreams in general. I always seem to foresee terrible things in my dreams.
Things that would make any reasonable person go crazy. I'm talking psych ward for the rest of your life kind of crazy. But I guess I don't have to worry so much about that.
Even though I'm not a pure blood of my race, I can rest assured that the people who own me won't let me go totally bonkers.
You see, being pure is all that counts on my planet. The purer you are, the more privileges you get.
I was an exception though since I had a pretty strong power for a half-breed. I can foretell possible futures with my third eye, and most of the time they're pretty accurate if I do say so myself.
Hence why I was an elite servant of the council, the people who ruled over my planet and many others.
They used my power to their advantage, of course, to warn them of possible attacks from planets that rebelled against their ways of ruling.
I sighed as I got out of my bed, getting dressed in a simple pale blue dress and quickly started to brush my long brown hair.
I had something urgent to tell the council, something that concerned my people as well.
I had foreseen something in my dream, my city, Astra city lit in flames, on a full moon. What concerned me the most about this was that the next full moon was supposed to be tonight.
As I left my room, I walked into the entrance of my house and asked permission to leave.
"Room number three, state your reason for wanting to leave your room ?"
Someone on the intercom asked clearly flustered from the unusual request, probably slacking off, I thought.
"I have something to tell the council,"
I impatiently said as I cleared my throat. We weren't allowed to leave our rooms unless we had super important business with the council, but this was definitely something they would want to hear immediately.
As the elevator door opened with a ding, I got on and waited, impatiently pressing the button that supposedly closed the doors faster.
The elevator intercom then asked,
"which floor would you like to exit on ?"
"Which do you think ?"
I said a bit annoyed at the intercom idiot, glaring a bit as I did so. Whoever was in the control room apparently didn't know how to do their job right.
"Oh, right,"
he mumbled in shock at my reply. Usually, I wasn't this rude, but this new rookie was pushing it
