Flames And Blades

Chapter Thirty-Two: Unsteady

The room that surrounded me was darkly lit by soft burning candles, the kind that gave off small scents as you walked by. Like having walked by a fresh blooming flower every time you made your way past one. From the light they provide, I could see pillows and blankets of every thread and design thrown across in a somewhat organized pattern. Fabrics swayed across three tall walls covered in inks and bookshelves, while one wall, where all fabrics and pillows were angled towards, had a projector aimed at it. I never found where the projector itself was, only the things it projected.

Clips from movies I knew. My favourites, and my favourite parts on an endless loop. Starting halfway through an old movie called Harry Potter, many scenes of which, were intertwined and blurred in a way that I couldn't quite find out what specific movie it was out of the eight of them. Ending with Bewitched, the original TV show itself had been given to me as a gift for working so hard in the libraries last fall. There was no one else in the room, and there were no speakers or any sound coming from the projector, so I had become in love with the relieving amount of silence around me. Nothing but the occasional woosh of air that would come from absolutely nowhere with no rhyme or reason, providing a refreshingly sweet bit to my skin and making the candles flames flicker and sizzle ever so slightly.

I wandered from wall to wall, unable to read or see any words left on the spines of the books, but could easily memorize the symbols scribbled all over the walls, hidden behind numerous fabric sheets.

The room itself had become very much like a safe haven to me, and I was relishing in every last second of it when a large gust of wind picked up a few pieces of paper and sent them flying, only to start burning in mid-air.

You're coming a bit too much of a hassle for me, little being.

"What was that?" I keep pacing, only now make my voice become a whisper, wondering if I had thought that the paper was making noise, and I was just becoming paranoid.

I created you to become you, but only for a little while. Most certainly at a time where you wouldn't be able to remember it or suspect anything. Yet, here we are, you not letting me go when it's most important that I leave. So, knock it off.

"Okay, Mrs. Calming Voice, I'll bite, who are you and what the hell is happening right now?", I froze in place, the same way I had presenting my information to the class all those days ago, waiting for answers.

Well, for starters, I'm more powerful than you. Strong enough to make you, me, temporarily. Except for the temporary part, has seem to become a lot less temporary.

"Well, for enders, you haven't introduced yourself, so how strong can you actually be? Especially since a bloody minor has overpowered you. And really? The whole talk to the mind 'cause the eyes are on duty thing? So last decades." I roll my eyes, looking over the projector once again, now it was playing parts of Princess and the Frog, the scene where Naveen and Tatiana were dancing together in the closing, it had always made me happy, even though whenever I saw it, I immediately started playing the finale of Anastasia where Dimitri and Anya do the exact same thing.

Ugh. Fine. Incompetent little thing you are.

A gust of wind comes in again, smelling of coffee and lavender buds so I close my eyes and smile at my surroundings. Choosing to shut out the voice and all softness and instead of letting any imagination taking over. This last about two seconds, when a woman taps my shoulder and scolds me.

She stands there, staring at me. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. Ever will see. She contained this amount of elegance with her that was only enhanced by her coffee and honeyed skin quite literally glowing from every last bit of tanned skin she was showing in a long, sleeveless and flowy white dress, and no shoes or jewelry. She didn't need it.