Chapter 2: Butterscotch and Cinnamon.
You awakened soon enough. But instead of the heated and hard floor that you had previously been laying on, you found yourself wrapped in warm blankets and on a soft mattress. The pillows were neither hot or cold. A welcoming warm. You didn't want to get up. And if it couldn't get any better, a sent of a mixture of cinnamon and butterscotch filled your nostrils. You didn't know if that made you more tired or more awake.
You sat up and looked towards the wooden nightstand that had been next to the bed. Sitting on the nightstand was a large and steaming piece of pie. Your mouth nearly watered at just the mere sight of it. Whoever took you in, bless their soul, even left you a silver fork on a napkin.
You slowly took the fork, the silver cold on your fingers, and slowly poked it through the pie as you held the plate on your lap. You were a little hesitant, scared there would be a tiny blade in the pie, or if the pie was poisoned. But you were too hungry to even care.
You brought a small piece of the pie to your mouth and took a bite. The moment the pie hit your tongue, you could've sworn you saw Jesus himself. It was so sweet and buttery. It wasn't too hot or cold. Before you knew it, you had quickly filled your stomach.
You wondered if the person who brought you inside was still here. Do you dare step out of this room?
You felt like you didn't have much of a choice and slowly stood from the bed, the bed making a slight creaking at your weight being removed from the mattress.
Your feet were surprisingly quiet under the wooden floor as you wandered the hall. You walked to a mirror in the final hall, staring at your reflection.
Your hair was covering most of your face. You doubt anyone wanted to see what was behind it.
Stepping away from the mirror, you began walking out the door, looking around, making sure no creatures were around. You wondered why they would want to kill you on sight.
You heard two voices. One female, the same voice you heard before. And one male.
"No, my child! Let's try acting!"
"Acting, huh?"
The male had a small British accent in his voice. Being the curious idiot you were, you began following the voices.
You now knew where the voices were coming from. The female was a..goat. Literally a goat. Though you couldn't see his face, the male had dark blue hair, which was in a small messy ponytail, a black and white fox mask on his head, and casual clothes.
The goat woman quickly noticed you and peaked over the man's shoulder, her eyes widening a bit before she smiled warmly.
"I see you are awake, my child!" She said gently but also filled with excitement. You backed up a little, not knowing how to feel. The blue haired male turned around to face you as well, which made you a little anxious.
"Is this the girl you told me about?" He asked. The goat nodded in response. She told him about you? The male began to walk towards you, wanting to talk, but after he took about three steps, and held up his hands, you whimpered.
For some reason..it reminded you of..something else...
You immediately backed up against the wall, trembling, holding your arm in front of your face and shutting your eyes, as if you were bracing for some sort of impact.
Alex had an expression of shock and confusion on his face. He only took three steps.
"Please don't run away." He spoke softly, seeing how afraid you were. Hell, scared is an understatement, you were terrified. You calmed down only a little from how gentle his voice was.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I know I may look intimidating, but I am not harmful."
You slowly lifted your head up. As you looked up, you saw his full face. Half of his face was covered by his sapphire hair, his eyes a deep violet.
"My name is Alex." He began, being careful not to alarm you any further. "What's your name?"
You stayed silent before you slowly answered, your voice just barely above a whisper. "...E..Eillia..."
"That's a pretty name. Eillia.." He chuckled, trying to get you to smile a little. And he did, since you've never had a compliment in a long time.
