Running From The Destiny.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

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The man stared at the girl washed ashore. Her lips were blue and her skin was pale. Bruises lined her body along with sand. Her eyes were closed and the girl refused to move.

'Dead' He decided after looking at her for a moment. No one could have survived the sea, especially after the storm. 

The man rose up from his half crouched position and turned around to walk away when he heard it. It was a strangled gasp like a sound of protest.

He whirled back to look at the girl who released a set of loud and dry coughs before inhaling a polluted breath of air. Her breath of life.

The girl coughed again and he retracted his previous statement.

'Alive' He thought to himself, the girl coughed again as if seconding his thought. He looked at the  girl with blue lips and pale face 'And a survivor'

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Diana felt arms around her, carrying her. She was moving, a breeze pushing her hair back. But she was tired, so exhausted. Every part of her body burned in agony. Where was she?

She tried to open her eyes, to see but before her eyes could open again, she had lost consciousness.

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Someone was there in the room with her. She could hear him speaking in low tones. Her throat was burning, begging for water. She parted her lips and tried to call out for it but words won't come out.

But somehow that person recognized her need and moments later she felt a cool liquid journey down her throat and then she passed out.

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This time Diana opened her eyes to see a small room white room with a coffee table and an idle chair on which a young boy with light blue eyes and light golden hair sat reading a book. He looked down at her as if sensing her gaze, their gazes locked and the boy stilled.

His mouth dropped open in shock and he ran out of the room calling out to someone, yelling something about her in an unfamiliar tongue. But she wasn't awake, not truly and before the boy could come back again, she had gone out like faint flame doused with water.

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When Diana woke up again, she stayed awake. She was drowsy, had a splitting headache but she no longer felt as if she was in a dream where she wasn't sure whether the world was real or just a figment of her imagination.

The room was empty and bare. No colours decorated the walls, no photo frames were seen. The room was small and the bed she lay on was uncomfortable. It felt rough and Diana figured out that her backside was stiff.

This was proved correct when she tried to get up and found herself to be numb. Diana began by shaking her hands and legs and then lightly massaging her neck.

She wondered how long she had been laying for. For some reason unknown, it felt to be a couple of centuries.

Then she surveyed herself, she was wearing what looked to be a male commoners clothes, a plain half-sleeved white shirt paired with hideous orange and ridiculously long pants. The person who had dressed her clearly did not have a fashion sense.

Her feet were bare and when she stepped on the ground, she absorbed the coolness of the tiled floor. She took a step and felt a wave of dizziness go through her.

Almost unthinkingly, she pressed her palm to her forehead and felt it be burning up. So she had a fever, that explained the fact as to why she hadn't started panicking yet. Her mind was too dizzy, too clouded to figure out what was going on.