Feedback would be awesome. I sorta feel like this is straying and turning meaningless when I write. Opinions and a little help with the plot would be much appreciated! I no how I want it to end and I have a squeal in mind, but I'm not sure what to do up until the end. I have a few idea's floating around but other peoples ideas would be a great help! Thanks anybody who reads this! :D
JEALOUSY?
Fire. I’m on fire. Ophelia thought. Agonizing pain lit up her cheek and the tops of her arms. She had never felt so much pain in her life. She gasped for air and it scrapped roughly down her throat. “Everit,” she tried to moan.
She needed help. She needed him. But where was he? She was not aware of where she was. Probably on the forest floor, alone and bleeding. Everit would not bother himself to save her life. It would only cause him more trouble. He probably felt blessed that she had only been with him a day.
Seconds, hours or days could have passed, but slowly the pain started to fade. She was no longer consumed by only pain. She could feel the comfortable, fluffy fabric under her. It was much softer than anything else she had ever slept on before.
She could also make out the scent of flowers. Roses, perhaps? She couldn’t tell. Her parent’s hadn’t let her outside, but they had set vases of flowers on her nightstand to keep the room bright and smell better.
Eventually, the pain vanished completely. She peeled her eyes open, the brightness from an overhead lamp burning them. She averted her eyes from the ceiling and noticed that there was nothing in the room.
Though it was probably the most luxurious room she’d ever seen, with it’s dark wooden floors, walls of the most cheerful orange and the divine chandelier just above her, the room was complete bare of any furniture. Except for the large bed she rested on, that is.
Someone had saved her, which was evident. The question was who? Had someone simply stumbled upon her broken body and decided to help her? Was it another Good Soul? The thought of another person like her excited her.
She scrambled out of the warm bed; reluctant to leave it’s comfort. She had to find whoever had saved her and thank them. Another thought pressed into her mind.
Where was Everit? Had the beast gotten him? Some how she doubted that. He seemed perfectly capable of fending of thousands of Forsaken, yet alone one. That thing would never be a match for him. So that left the question of where was he?
Most likely making his way to the all-powerful Warlock. He wouldn’t be help down by a damsel in distress. And that’s all Ophelia would ever seem to him. Somebody who couldn’t take care of herself and was only a liability.
She dizzily made her way to the door. The brass doorknob twisted easily. At least whoever it was hadn’t locked her away. She wasn’t sure if she could stand being held captive in a windowless room again. She had already spent enough of her life like that.
She stepped out of the room and was greeted by a hallway that was painted with more vibrant colors. This one consisted of a mixture between a shocking lavender and a lime green. Who ever lived in this house, Ophelia thought, they had a thing for flashy colors.
There were other doors lining the hallway but all of them were locked. Once she reached the end of the corridor, a flame-red room was in her view. Unlike the bedroom she had woken up in, this one held lots of furniture.
