This is not a story of bravery, neither is it of a great achievement. This ain't a story about love nor is it about betrayal. I am Arya and this is my story.
It all started on a fine Sunday morning. The morning when he'll broke loose. I woke up next to a stranger. It shouldn't have surprised me, considering the fact that I was travelling on a train to London the previous night. The catch was that I was on a bed and this stranger, this guy was shirtless. My mind hit the panic button.
Here, for many, panic clogs their head. For me, the cortisol kicks my mind into action. It clears my head. I checked myself instinctively . I was still wearing the jeans and tee from the last evening. This somehow relived me a teensy bit.
The sorroundings too quickly sizzled into view. The walls of the room were painted in a dull gold and the room itself was dimly lit. The thick grey curtains sweeping the floor blocked the daylight from entering the room. A table stood against the wall on top of which lay a pile of books. This room , I noticed had a royal touch to it.
The one thing that stood out in the entire scene was that mirror. It was a full size mirror with gold engravings on the top. Outlined with a mix of silver and gold, this mirror seemed to pull me towards it like a magnet.
Even before I could analyze anything, my feet hit the thick carpet and and carried me towards the mirror on it's own accord. As I reached the mirror the tingling sensation at the back of my head pushed itself into full vigour .A buzz- A shock- My world went black.
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The pearls of Abyss
AcakWhat if the world around you is nothing but merely an illusion? What if your enemy was from the start your closest Ally? A woman who is thirsty for the blood of her daughter, A battle of the mind and intellect and something crucial that demands he...
