(Astrid's P.O.V.)
Flashback
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*crash*I was dumbfounded. My head was in a trance. What the hell just happened?
It all came to me, flooding in all at once, overwhelming my already overwhelmed brain. The brakes broke. The car crashed. I was dizzy. I felt broken. I was dead. Who knew feeling dead made you feel so alive? If that even makes sense...
What if dead people feel alive and are searching for a way to get out of this place even if they are dead. Maybe they don't know? That would be entertaining to watch. A pointless, never-ending search for the living dead.
My eyes were shut closed, my mind was stretched in every direction. I was dead. Right? I'm dead aren't I? Am I in heaven? Or hell...? I shivered. Fear spread through me, I felt as though I couldn't control a single muscle in my body. I couldn't move. I was trapped? I slowly opened my eyes and braced myself for the worst. First, I saw...light? A window? What the—? A door? A way out? Well...there is a window but ignore...'kay? I wholeheartedly reached out for the knob, ready to get out of this hellhole. I looked up, and voila! A cathedral...?Heh.... I stepped out happily and took my surroundings in. Huge, stained windows, light pouring in and people going wherever.
I roamed around helplessly, desperately trying to find an exit. As I walked vivid images filled my head, with 1 word (or name more likely) resonating again and again. Kathrine. I racked my brain for answers and shook my head at everything that came to mind. About 10 minutes later, I finally found the stupid, hard-to-reach exit. A pair of majestic, ginormous, wooden doors were laid before my eyes. I betcha, whoever saw me thought I was nothing but a mere weirdo; eyes glittering at the sight of doors. Seriously, doors. I gave myself a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look (if that makes any sense) and slapped my cheeks to rid my head of any unnecessary thoughts.
Suddenly, I slipped out of my trance as the doors opened...uhhh automatically (how creepy-ish) and revealed a city filled with bustling streets and busy people. I seemed so underdressed and...umm, how do I say this—'normal' compared to everyone else. People wore majestic robes and cloaks lined with silver and gold and whatever....just, you get it, I stand out for some reason. After a few minutes of arguing back and forth in my head, I concluded that good-for-nothing conversation and decided to ask for help and answer my questions and whatever.
I walked through the noisy streets, looking for someone who looked kind enough to actually help me. (I swear, everyone looked so formal with the clothes...) Finally, I spotted a girl wearing white robes lined with silver, a matching witch hat and a glittering staff. She seemed to look nicer than everyone else, and yet, I was still nervous. Well, they do say 'Looks can be deceiving' for a reason eh? Moving on, my typical shy self emerged as I walked up to her, filled with unease.
"Uh-uh...w-well, I was wondering if you could help me out?" I said nervously, anxiously waiting for an answer. "Huh? What?" she said as she turned around and looked me in the eye. I fidgeted uneasily. "Oh! What can I help you with uhh...what's your name?" she asked so casually it scared the heck out of me. "H-hi, I-I...I'm Astrid. N-nice to m-meet y-you." I said uncomfortably. "Ah! So you're the shy type huh? No need to be shy with me! Just say whatever you want. Unless it's disgraceful...or an insult to me perhaps."
I snickered, and she gave me a what-the-freaking-hell-was-that-for or 'huh,' look. "I was wondering...since I'm new here, if you could help me out with all the basics and whatever?" I asked. My face grew hot as I realized all my shyness went away so easily. "Ahh, I see, Okay then! First of, check your stats. Tap that thing over there." she said as she gestured over to 3 gold lines on my lower left that I never noticed before for some odd reason. "Okay," I said right before I tapped it and saw my stats, mana, heath and whatever. Then, I saw a 'log out' button under the settings and stared. I turned to face the girl and saw a frown on her face. All of a sudden, I mentally slapped myself for not asking her name. "Umm...sorry for asking just now but what's your name?" I randomly asked out of the blue. "Oh! Yes!" she said, snapping out of her trance of some sort. "I am Clair. A healer."
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