I was gripping it so tightly, my knuckles turned white. I swung back the blade ready to lung forward.
But when I did it was gone.
The blade.
Vanished In to thin air. Or should I say thin water?
Once again I woke up in a cold sweat. This time having enough energy to sit up. I was wheezing heavily. So I looked like an asthma patient who woke up from a twisty nightmare.
Great!
The room was the same as ever, only know hung on the wall was a large five foot mirror. Oh, and table at the corner was empty too, except for the small blueberry juice. One vial of it.
I walked over and shook it. The top was sealed the way it is for vaccines.
So you got a shot of blueberry juice?
The door wasn't locked. I strolled down a long, narrow corridor with multiple doors much like mine. Across at the other end a large glass screen was placed instead of a wall. On the top was a symbol in black.
It was a strange looking symbol. It looked like a stags head bones. Or electrocuted butterfly. Anything works :
Strange.
But that's an understatement after what I've been through so far.
My hands flung out to touch the glass. But they went right through. Yup.
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A Song of Ice and Fire
FantasyIn a realm where demons and mortals come together to survive, Alex summers uncovers a millennial long war which creases to be ignored. Will she survive her quest? cover by eracaltinoz on deivantart (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)