The Last Theiro

15

Tessa
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"Kill her!" Someone yelled from the crowd and they began screaming.

I froze and turned to Alec, staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and his eyes darted towards the crowd, who were now approaching me, their fists raised in the air and deep scowls set on their faces.

I knew why they wanted to kill me.

They killed the other one like me, so surely they would do the same.

My breathing became shallow and rapid and I clasped my hands over my ears, trying to block out the screams of the crowd.

Hands gripped my shoulder and I went spiraling into nothing. My limbs felt stretched like it was being pulled away from my body and my eyes continuously rolled around in their sockets.

My feet touched solid ground and I groaned. My head was beating like a drum and a constant siren rung in my head. I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my trembling temples.

"We need to get you off this World."

My eyes popped open and I stared at a boy's back. He stood by the large window and stared out of it, deep in thought.

"Who are you?" I questioned, still rubbing my temples.

The boy turned around and I met his sapphire blue eyes. His mouth remained an uncharacteristic grim line and his hands were tucked in the pockets of his red uniform. The boy had broad shoulders and his dark brown hair rested on his forehead.

"You don't remember me?" His brows furrowed.

I shook my head slowly. The boy's face fell and he looked away from me.

"Who...who are you?" I stammered.

The boy ignored my question and turned to the window.

I approached him slowly and followed his gaze towards the snowy mountains. Dragons circled the peak of the mountain before settling down onto the soft snow.

The boy glanced sideways at me and a smile stretched across his lips. He then turned around and seated himself at the desk.

"You should be safe here." He rested his feet on the desk and placed his hands behind his head.

"Where are we?" I asked, hoping he would answer my question.

He shrugged. "It's Alec's office."

The office was painted grey with one floor-to-ceiling window which faced the snowy mountains. On the black desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook that laid open and a stack of papers that sat under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner blasted at medium and there was a swivel chair in front of the desk on which the boy was seated. A bookshelf bursting with books was in a corner and there was a frame that hung on the wall.

I turned to him and he stared back at me in silence.

I cleared my throat and averted his gaze. "Could you please explain to me what's happening?" I shot at him and he grinned.