Mortal Dilema

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A/N: This starts slightly before Jev came jsyk ♥

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Lennarcia's POV:

Lennarcia wakes with a start, a hard feeling in her chest along with a stabbing pain. She had that dream again. She always has that dream.

It's normal.

She groggily gets out of bed and gets ready for the day. There's a lot she needs to do before the party.

After she takes a bath and puts on a simple day dress to go do her chores for the day. But first.

Food.

She walks down to the kitchen, waffles already sitting on the counter. She takes a few and chows them down then goes about her businesses and tries not to groan. If she's being completely honest, she's sick of those dreams, those parties, everything. She's sick of how nothing EVER changes.

She's taking some laundry to the laundry room when she sees it. The front door is open.

Why is it open?

She goes over and shuts the door. It lets out a loud slam but she doesn't care. She looks around the room. No one is in the room, no animals. Everything is in good condition. The carpets are nice and prim, nothing is broken. There's no dirt or dust. So what opened the door?? Probably the wind. She shrugs it all off and continues with her work.

Everything is going smoothly when she has to walk through the main hall again, but when she walks in she's confused. It's dark.

Why is it so dark?

She looks around the room then looks in one spot, not seeing anyone but knowing they're there. None of what happened today was normal and she doesn't like what's not normal.

Maybe.

As much as she shouldn't like the fact that something new is happening, she couldn't help but feel giddy. She wanted something different to happen and here it is.

She continues to look in the spot for a moment then she tears her eyes away. What's causing all of this? It's so different, so strange. She wants to find the cause. Her mother always hated her curiosity. She always told her to leave it to the men to do the exploring. But where's the fun in that?

She starts looking around the room, trying to find who or what is changing her day ever so slightly but she can't find anything so she stands by the front door and faces the room.

"Hello?" Silence.

"Is anyone there?" Nothing.

She looks around some more then walks up the side of the staircase where she felt someone was. She keeps walking then her steps slow as she feels like she's walking through deep sludge very suddenly. She stops walking and goes back and it stops.

She crouches down and reaches her hand out and that same feeling goes around her hand. It slows down and feels hard to push through, and it's cold. So, so cold. She pulls her hand back out and looks at it, wiggling the fingers now at a normal and easy pace.

"What the-" suddenly she feels something touch her and she screams, feeling her fist hit something. She screams again and jumps away as she looks down.

There, lying on the stairs is a young man with dark black hair and a strong build. He doesn't look any older than 17. But that isn't what bothered her.

What bothered her is that he wasn't there 5 seconds ago.

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