Chapter 2
Aella’s POV
I wake up, and groan. My back hurts, but I don’t know why I just bought my swag earlier this year. I open my eyes and am blinded by the early morning sun. Sitting up I look around and see that I’m not in my swag or in the tent, I’m in the middle of the clearing by the rock. Then I remember what happened last night, Aurora, the pain, that weird voice.
I look around again for the girls but what I see confuses me. Where Morana was last night, is a girl with white hair margining to black near the tips. She is extremely pale, wearing a black hooded robe and next to her sits a scythe made out of a dark wood. When I look for Aurora, all I see is a dark skinned girl with black hair much like Aurora’s, but her dress is made out of brown leather and her fetchers more muscled than the girl I met last night.
Confused as to who these people are I go to stand up, but when looking down I see a dress made out of leaves, not my pyjamas. I get up and run over to the stream to see my reflection, and it’s not mine. It’s of a girl with slightly green skin, white hair and pointed ears. She’s wearing a dress made out of leaves that go down to her knees; she’s got dark green flats on too. Behind her is a set of leaf like wings, tinged a green-blue colour, the only thing about her that resembles me is her blue eyes.
After a few moments of looking at this girl, I conclude it must be me, I even have the wings. I look over to the girls passed out on the ground and guess that they must be Morana and Aurora. The girl in the black robe, who I am sure is Morana, wakes up not long after I sit next to the stream.
“Morana, come over to the stream,” I say, surprised that my voice sounds the same as usual, “And bring your, uh, scythe,”
Morana gets up, grabbing her scythe, and comes over to me hesitantly, probably because I look nothing like myself. When she gets to the bank and sits next to me, I point at her reflection in the water. She freaks out a little before calming down and looking at me again.
“Aella?” Morana asks, looking at me more closely.
“Yeah,” I say looking at the refection of my wings, because they unsettled me a little more than anything else.
“When did you get wings?” Morana asks poking them with her finger, making them flutter a little.
“I don’t know” I shrug, “When did you start looking like death?”
Morana starts laughing and I join in, we don’t calm down until Aurora wakes up. When she does, she freaks out more than Morana and I, we both have wanted something like this to happen to us all our life, so we’re happier than we are freaked. We rush over to Aurora and sit next to her, shaking her when she doesn’t respond to our questions.
“Th-There’s a v-voice i-in m-my h-head!” Aurora stutters out, her face paler than usual, “Sh-she s-says sh-shes a w-wolf!”
Morana and I stare at each other in shock; I rub Aurora’s back soothingly, trying to calm her down. We calm her down after a few minutes, but she is still pale. Out of the corner of my eye I see something glint in the sun, I turn to see that on the rock, is three crystals on chains and a piece of paper. I walk over to the rock and sit on it looking at the necklaces, the girls join me and we sit together for a moment.
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Undiscovered
Fantasy(Discontinued) Two girls go on a walk in a small town called Daveyston, and venture into the bush. They find a small clearing by accident and call it their secret sanctuary. A year later, the girls still hang out in their undiscovered clearing, but...
