Iviris

1

When I wake I am laying on a cold, concrete floor. They must have knocked me out. I don't remember being transported anywhere. All I recall is sobbing as they dragged me away from my life. My family, if I can even call them that anymore.

My once white jeans are now stained with dirt and blood. I must have cut my knee open on the way here. Or maybe I hit the ground so hard when they threw me in here that I cut myself. I'm not really sure, but that is the least of my concerns right now.

A noise comes from the top of the room. "Hello, Brizille. Stand please."

As I stand, electronic sensors of some sort begin swirling around me. "Who are you?" I ask out of mere curiosity.

"Avis. Automated voice and information system." The sensors stop swirling and disappear. "Your body scan is now complete. Please step forward."

A door surrounded by bright blue lights opens. I step in cautiously. There is an incinerator with clothing painted on it.

"Please remove all items of clothing and accessories." I listen to this mystery machine. 

The floor begins to move me through a hallway. Blue sensors, similar to the ones I saw just minutes before appear. This time they douse me with water, then soap, then water again. A shower, but a really cool robotic one.

The floor stops moving causing me to lose my balance. The blue sensors are replaced by a single red one. It wraps the cut on my knee and then vanishes into nothingness. 

"All better?" I don't get a chance to answer. "Good. Step off the mover and dress."

I step down from the platform. A shelf appears from inside the wall to my left. It contains a pair of boots and a body suit. I've never been much of a skin tight clothing type of person, but yet again, I've never had the choice. I slide the black and silver detailed suit over my body. It's a bit tight in the legs, but at least I have clothing.

Another door opens. I step through to a large open room. The ceilings are at least thirty feet high. The walls are made of stone bricks and draped with royal blue curtains. The floor is a plain grey concrete except for a large red rug. Atop that rug is a dining table that could seat at least fifty people. In the center of the table is a centerpiece comprised of golden candles, roses, and blue violets to tie in the blue curtains.

In almost a whisper I say, "This place seems to be fit for royalty."

"That it is my dear." I jump back in shock. 

A dashing young man, probably about twenty three or twenty four makes his way around me. He walks over to a large picture of a family. His no doubt. 

"I apologize for startling you. But this room is quite magnificent, isn't it?" He turns his head to look at me and smiles.

I smile in awe. "It's really quite alright. But, yes, this place is gorgeous." 

He seems to be happy. I lean against the table, almost sitting on it. He makes his way over to me, stopping just feet away from me. 

"I'm glad you think so. It will be yours soon." He is confident with his voice.

"I'm sorry. I think I misheard you." He looks at me with his emerald green eyes, confused. "I thought you said this room will be mine."

He laughs a little. "You did not mishear me, love."

A dumbfounded look spreads across my face. "I don't understand. I don't even know who you are."

He looked surprised at himself. "What a gentleman I am. I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Eklan Viheart."

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