Miańè woke up to a very strong smell of burnt almonds. She wondered how she knew how burnt almonds smelt like. Weird, she thought.
She looked around and found herself in what she would have assumed to be a 'typical' boy's room. There was a single bed in one corner, with a table in the other. Posters of women, suggestive, were strewn all over the walls, and Miańè reflexively flinched at their sight as she felt her face grow hot.
She wondered what she was doing in a place like this. And immediately, her memory came flooding back.
Only the fact that she was by herself, allowed her to remain calm. Being around other people, would be the last thing she wanted to do now.
And just then, she walked in.
The little pink girl who told her she stunk.
Miańè shrugged uncomfortably.
"Allow me to first apologize, I was not aware.", said the little girl.
Miańè said nothing. She couldn't. Ever since that train ride, as she hoped to grow, she was only plunged deeper into herself. Communication was hard. Now it was harder.
Even though she wanted to tell her something, she couldn't. And when the girl started to speak, Miańè only hoped that her silence wouldn't be misunderstood.
"Relax," the girl said, "You do not know many things. That is why you are confused. Allow me to explain."
Miańè squeaked out something that sounded like a fish. What she wanted to say was that she was happy that the girl was talking to her. And that she was scared. And she had no idea how a tree moved. And th-
The girl laughed a cute laugh, and Miańè stopped thinking.
"First, the train that you came here in, did not exist until yesterday. And any rider is dazed. Also, the tree did not move. That was not a tree. That was a Giant.
"You still seem confused. Allow me to talk to you like I normally do."
And then Miańè heard a voice in her head.
"Don't freak out! Please..? Relax, yes it is me who is talking"
The little girl, with her pink frock bouncing all around and her tiny pink shoes and pink hair was talking to her inside her head!?
Before she could start freaking, in a mere instant, the little girl whipped out a small vial from her pocket and crushed it in her right palm.
Green fumes burst out and engulfed the entire room and stunk of burnt almonds.
The girls sliced at the air with her left hand, in a powerful swift movement, and the fumes parted radially until they disappeared.
And then Miańè understood.
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Daminion
Fantasy"Nothing special, just a dry, dry ground. Vast. Flat. Dry. Cracked. Littered. There were bodies everywhere." International Terrorist Organization, Granphdok has declared war. On the world. With a device that can blow up continents, they threaten w...
