My bones continued to ache, as I traveled a smidget of the distance, to the sidewalk, plopping myself down on the stone-tathered walk-way that seemed to appear as a sidewalk for pedestrians. People continued to rummage through the streets, little by little, somewhat making me seem that their population was low. Drifiting, my eyes continued to glance rapidly, looking at everything it could behold in the street-light's lamp. The damp smell of oil, quickly reached my nose however, getting a huge whiff from the lamp. 'Gas Lamps. . ?', I thought quietly to myself, trying to get down with this situation.
"So, a Ms. I'a may be present at this time?", a tallish-man hollered looking around, as if looking for his lost-dog. The first time I heard my name, I resented it, feeling that this wasn't real, or lifelike. Just an opitimy of a dream, where I'd wake up eventually. "Ms. I'a!", the man hollered once again, just before having his chocolate-brown eyes hit mine. I quivered, not finding the strength to run away, once the man peered closer to my body. "Are you I'a, I must ask?", the man said in a chilled voice. I nodded rapidly, too frightened to answer.
In the short amount of time, I had until he heaved his arm into mine to get me to stand up, I noticed his features. He was tall, and slender, with a sort of smooth indian accent that worked so well with his lush, chocolate brown eyes. His age seemed a bit older than mine, maybe in his young 20's, and he used a smile that must've made girls fall for him in an instance. However, I sadly wasn't. "Well, then, we'll be going to the 'Council', to find out which academic purpose you hold", he said rather charmingly, giving me another smile. I turned my head, just breathing heavily, but then noticing my prestine wrists in normal condition. I had thought I'd mutilate them to the core. Now, I was rather faint.
Getting up, the man heaved me into a large carriage, where another boy laid, snoozing the day away. Now, here, my chest beated solemnly just to his looks. He seemed like a younger version of the man, but practically more defined. His face had small curved dimples, with a cheekish smile he had while he dreamed. His black locks of hair, covered his lovely eyes, as his dark rich skin tempted me to mound my fingertips on them. Slowly, snapped out of my daydreams, the man sat me down on the other side of the boy, as he sat next to him.
"If I may ask. .", I said slowly, trying to find appropriate english word,"Where am I?" "Why you're in the 'Afterlife', dear I'a.", the man said plainly. "Afterlife. . ?", I said makign the statement sound as a rhetorical question. I felt embarrassed just glancing at the flooring of the carriage. "Why, the 'Afterlife', more accordingly is where you go when you commit treason and die or suicide", he said with a flick of his rimmed-glasses. "So. .like hell?", I asked plainly. "Not quite. .there's no 'Hell', or 'Heaven', you're just placed in either 'The Afterlife', or 'Angel HQ', but we're both just 'good', inways.", he said with a defiant smirk.
Crossing my arms, I gave him a sauntered look, and carressed my head forward to glance at the precious boy. Seemingly enough, I thought he looked about to be my age, around 15-16 or so. "Might I ask. .who that is?", I whispered, ruffling up the navy ruffles of my dress. "Now. . that's my brother, I suppose. He's somewhat of a lost cause, that I have to take care of, until tommorow.", he said in a masculine tone. I grew a bit quieter, just staring off into space with my mindless thoughts.
Quickly, we headed up and off, as I glanced around moreover, at the giant cathedral upon me. 'This is the Council?', I thought abruptly to myself. Taking one step onto the other, I turned around, hearing the cracking whip, and horse's feet clobber the streets. "If you must know, I'm Ithal. .and my brother. .well. .you'll eventually know in due time, I suppose.", he said ending. I bit my lip, with frustraiton. How I wanted to know his name so dearly!
Finally, we grew so close to the top of the building, that I felt oblivious to the height. "Well, then, no one's stopping you, get inside, hurry, hurry", Ithal said abruptly disturbing me. I put on a weird frown, and hurridly entered the building, glancing around. The furniture seemed so gothic like. Velvet Red carpet towered the stairs and flooring, as the furniture was perfectly carved in embellished wood. I felt immmediately discreet, and loved the scenery. "To this room, if you may?", Ithal said ushering me in. I stayed quiet, feeling my legs dragged in the process.
Inside, I stood before an ancient looking women, and two other men. Discreetly, they murmured to themselves about my prescense, and slowly returned to face me. "Do tell child, what was your purpose in life?", an oafish man asked me. I turned my head, quivering my lip. Truth be told, I had no purpose, I mean I had talents, but I'd never showcase them in due public. "I-I have. .no. .purpose.", I whispered in a slow voice. The council members grew grim, discussing to themselves one more time, and looking back in original formation. "So, do tell us what you can do", the woman said plainly.
I gulped for a moment, not knowing what I should've done. In an instance, I shook, repelling the court, and backing up, before Ithal could get ahold of me. "If there is nothing you can do, then you must go to 'Nighten's', Institute for Girls!", the man hollered, lowering his gavel. I gulped one last time, hearing the name echo inside my head. Glancing back at Ithal, he lowered his head, feeling a bit disappointed. I really felt like I'd messed up pretty bad.
'Just. .what am I doing wrong!'
