Zanian

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I blinked several times, taking in what he said. Save me? "Why would I need saving?" I questioned out loud. He sighed. "There are people hunting you down as we speak. I need you to trust me, please. I'll tell you the full story when we get back." He muttered hurriedly. "Please, they're almost here!" He hissed. I flinched backwards. "I'm not trusting you!" I shouted, moving back. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine, be that way. I'm sorry but I need you to come wheather you want to or not." He growled. I stared at him, opening my mouth to say something before I realized his eyes were changing colors. The were purple, but it seemed like clouds of blue and green swirled around above it. I was entranced by it, the beauty of it so enchanting. "P-Pretty..." I murmured before feeling myself drift off to sleep. The last thing I remember is being picked up and flying into the sky as dark figures surround us.

Later...

I woke up in a soft bed. I knew it. It must've been a dream! No way... I looked up to see Feen sitting at the foot of my bed, sleeping against the wall. My mind was racing at speeds unimaginable. How'd I get here?! Did he bring me here? If so, how? Did he make me fall asleep? "Where am I!?" I shouted, grasping my head as a splitting headache hits me like a brick wall. Feen shoots up, his hair flat against his head where he leaned against the wall.

He blinked several times at me, his eyes normal. I was trembling, backed all the way against the head of the bed. It was the furthest I could get away from him since the room was especially small. It only had room for a king bed and enough room to walk around it. There were no decorations, just a bleak white color stretched across every inch of the room.

Feen sighed, getting up. "You may not realize it yet, but I saved your life." He muttered before walking to the door. Anger shot through my body. "How is kidnapping someone saving their life?!" I shouted. He was silent. I sighed, looking on the ground. "You told me you'll explain things once we're... I don't even know where here is. Please, just explain to me what's going on!" I begged. He retracted his hand from the nob on the door, seeming hesitant.

"Rest for now. I have some business to attend to." He muttered. I looked around, trying to think of a way to get him tell me. I frantically tried to think of something, anything. Then an idea popped into my head. "May I at least have something to eat and drink?" I asked meekly. He sighed. "Your really persistent, aren't you? Fine, I'll bring up some food." He said and left.

I got up quickly, looking around the room for some way to escape. I don't know why, but this all seemed vaguely familiar, though I can't place where I've seen it all before. My fingers traveled along the wall, trying to feel if there's a secret passage way. I looked at the door, thinking about walking out. He didn't say anything about staying in here, right?

I crept to the door, turning the handle lightly in fear he'll hear me. After I opened the door, I stayed light footed as I started down the hall. The house itself was huge, brown and golden hues making it seem like home. I heard voices from the kitchen and silently went to go investigate.

In the kitchen, the middle counter was surrounded by people, most of them the same as Feen. There were werewolves and who knows what else, which sent I shiver down my spine. It was all too surreal, it seemed so fake. I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was my tired side dreaming this all up. It wasn't.

"So you think she's a writer?" One asked. He was albino and seemed human, but something in his red eyes told me he wasn't. Feen sighed, clearly annoyed. "I'm positive. No sane human sits in that spot for more than an hour." He confirmed. I didn't know what they were talking about, but it seemed important. A man banged his fist on the table, his wolf tail thrashing back and forth. He also had red eyes, but he had dark brown hair and a black tail, tipped with red. His ears were the same color pattern as the tail.

"A writer? Why is she this close to Zanian?" He growled. A girl glared at him, her black hair trailed down her back. "Cool it. She's just a girl! Don't get so worked up and end up doing something rash." She stated calmly. A dark figure next to the werewolf chuckled. "Rash is his middle name." He teased. He was a werewolf as well, his hair black, which matched his animal side. The red tipped werewolf punched him, but the other couldn't seemed to stop laughing.

As I listened, I failed to notice a figure behind me. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Asked the man. I jumped, being scared and out of nerve his was going to punch me. The punch never came, but I wish it would've. Then not all the eyes of the people around the table would be on me.