Lilura
The bed is springy, with a hand sewn quilt covering it. Light shines through the room, giving it a yellow glow. Sheer drapes are pulled to either side of a large window that shows us a forest. We're a few feet above some of the nearby trees, so our sight carries for many miles over the greenery. It looks like a sea of rolling leaves, reminding me of the ship I long to return to.
"This room is cozy, and the view is wonderful," Everette says as he follows me into the room. I nod and feel his presence as he walks behind me. I wring my hands in front of me and begin to hum to the sane tune of the song that came to me with the butterflies. As I do, I begin to sway and another memory floats out of my mind.
"Stop, you're tickling me," I giggle before collapsing into the soft grass. Everette lays besides me and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. He leans forward and kisses me. I feel his arms wrap around me like a protective blanket.
"Lilura, are you alright?" Everette's holding my shoulder and staring at me. I start and look into his misty green eyes.
"I just remembered, a day in a field, I'm not sure. I- I could feel everything. I couldn't see, but you were there. I could feel it was you. And-" My voice breaks and I begin to cry. Everette tugs me into his chest where I sob out my heart. Why can't I remember anything? I want to know why I'm imprisoned to a ship, why Alan follows me, what he and Everette are keeping from me. There's more to me than I know and I hate feeling in the dark about myself.
"When are we seeing the witch?" I ask. Everette tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and I jerk away. His eyes turn to the floor as he answers.
"When Alan arrives," he says. I feel sorrow in his voice a guilty conscious creeping in.
"Sorry, I just- I need to adjust. I feel like I'm missing part of myself and you and Alan know what it is. I just, I need to know why I can't remember anything." The words hang as I feel Everette's eyes on me while I look to the floor.
"After the witch, I promise." I nod still examining the gaps between the wooden boards. "After the witch." He walks out and closes the doer behind him. I hover in the middle of the room before going to my window and just staring at the trees.
After the witch, after the witch.
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The Cursed
FantasyComplete Lilura woke up in strange arms with no memory of how she got there or what came before. She finds a new beginning with her loyal guard, and a captain to the ship she calls home. But Lilura is not satisfied with her life, she needs to know...
