Chapter 1
Everything was fuzzy, I couldn't place my surroundings. Where was I?
I looked around in a daze, trying to figure out where I was. The last thing I remembered was the officers chasing me. My mind spiralled in a panic, thinking they'd have already caught me and I'd be left in a cell to rot. My brain went into overload, I knew it was over. I would die in this god forsaken place; my shoulders hunched in on themselves.
Giving up, I took a look at the space I've been given. At least I know they would have put some bread and water down so I'm fit for trials before they lock me up for good.
I swivelled my head, expecting gray stone walls, but instead I was greeted to handmade vases, picture frames hanging on the wall and colour coded red and pale blue furniture spread around the room. What is this? Surely they wouldn't give me nice accommodations? I'm a criminal to them.
I shifted my position, realising that I was too comfy to be on one of the paper thin mattresses usually stored at the holding centres. I looked down and betook to a view of a neatly made couch, coloured with a blanket in a swirling, confusing design.
Oh man, I must still be asleep! That explains it. I'm dreaming I'm in one of those nicely done little cottages and everything that has happened to me doesn't exist here. I'm not a freak anymore. But in two seconds I'd wake up to the disaster my life usually is and the chaos that reigns in it. If that was true, I never wanted to wake up and face what waits ahead of me.
I suddenly hear the distinct creak of a door behind me. I turned to see who else is in my dream with me and I was shocked into silence. Definitely a dream, though I'd never been this imaginative.
Before my eyes I saw what was undeniably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. With long flowing chestnut hair that reached just shy of the middle of her back, alabaster skin, as pale and luminescent as the shining moon, and almond shaped eyes the colour of rich chocolate, I knew she couldn't be real.
In her hands she held a cup full of water and plate which looked to be holding bread, cheese, and some sort of vegetables I wasn't completely familiar with. She unfurled them out to me wordlessly. This was by far the weirdest dream I'd ever experienced. In my usual dreams they'd never been this still, I'd always be in motion, doing crazy plans I couldn't even explain to myself. But still all she did was stand there like a statue, arms extended with the food placed in her hands.
"Has he eaten yet, Erianne?" an unaccounted voice drifted in from the opened door.
"No, he hasn't," the girl named Eriannie answered in a melodious accent.
"Well, why not?" the voice was getting louder now, until it came from right beside Erianne.
I looked down, and to my astonishment saw that the voice came from a women not even four feet tall. She had a round, tanned face that look like she worked outside for a living, with big, knowing eyes, and a petit button nose. She was dressed in loose trousers and T-shirt, apron added over top. I would guess she was any ware from thirty, to forty-five.
"I don't know. I offered him some food, but he just stared at me like he can't understand." She looked slightly frustrated by the admission.
By now I was dumbfounded. My dream didn't make sense, even by my standards. They were just jabbering off while I sat there, discussing me like I was in another room. What, no jumping off castle walls into mid air? This was hardly the adventure I was use to.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. It was my dream after all.
"Um, hello, could you explain to me what it is you're talking about?" I asked pleasantly. Even if it wasn't real, I should still be courteous.
