I sit up, head pounding, struggling to breathe. I was no longer tethered to a hospital bed, I wasn't even in the hospital anymore; I was in a desert. The sand however was not golden or soft, but was rocky and ashy, and black. I look around for anything or anyone familiar. I'm surrounded by what looks like a city, but I'm not sure which one. It was definitely old, thats for sure. It looked... maybe Roman? Greek? I tried to stand up, and immediately fell back down.
"Ah, gravity, thy is the cruelest of the cruel," I retort. Eventually I make my way back up to a standing position, and soon am wobbling along trying not to fall down again. I eventually reach one of the buildings, and grasp onto it for dear life. Where was I?
"Hello," said a very deep voice behind me. It didn't sound hostile, but it sure wasn't friendly.
"Hi?" I return.
"I see you've grown accustomed to the strengthened gravitational pull. Quite troublesome, is it not?" The voice said.
I whirl around, trying to see who was talking to me. I looked at him, very confused. This was the guy in my hospital room! I staggered back farther against the wall, trying to understand how the hell I was talking to him right now in this very dark and cold landscape.
"You're probably wondering why I'm here, and why you're here also."
I scowl at him.
"How the hell-"
"I am Javèk," he says. "I am also known as Antriel, Shümoik, and many other names. Now, since I believe our paths are due to cross more than one more time, I think," he says with practiced composure, "That I am giving you a chance to pick a name for me so that you, dear child,"
'Dear child', how about I start calling you little bitch?
"...will have a sense of appeasement when you finally are of the right to call me by my true name."
What am I, a little servant brat? When I finally am 'of the right' to use his real name?
"I can see you contemplating my offer," he says. "I encourage you to decide very quickly, for we are leaving this place."
"Where even are we?" I sputter.
He then gives me a look of the most pure and disgusting pity that I almost start to cry in rage.
"We, dear Piper, are in the home my siblings and I, the Delatation Palace."
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Angel Fire
ParanormalAfter waking up from a coma, a girl struggles to remember the identities of all but two people: her boyfriend, and herself. To her astonishment, she slowly begins to recognize familiar faces with unfamiliar names; yet there is one that, unlike all t...
