Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 26- Omelettes and greetings

When Zara woke up this time, she found herself in a soft bed. She blearily opened her eyes, staring at a white ceiling in confusion. She let her eyes assess where she had found herself now.

A pale painted bedroom. Soft cream curtains prevented all the light from spilling in, shadowing the room in a soft and warm light. An armchair sat beside the bed with a small table next to it, with a half-read book and empty teacup. A set of wooden draws lined the other wall, with a large full body mirror next to it. There were two doors in the room, one which lead to freedom and the other to a bathroom Zara guessed.

She didn't know where she was.

Zara sighed and glanced down at herself. Her left arm was in a sling, and when she shifted around her shoulder hurt terribly. The arm inside the sling was heavily wrapped in gauze. Zara realised both elbows and knees faced the same treatment. She grimaced at herself and felt an odd tugging at her face. With her right hand she felt her face and realised she appeared to have stitches in her forehead.

Interesting.

Zara slowly made her way up, and just before she placed her toes on the ground the door opened.

"The psychic said you were awake."

Zara glanced to the door in surprise and found herself staring at a familiar face, the woman who'd been holding her before she fell unconscious.

When she wasn't half unconscious from a head injury and in a great deal of pain, Zara could truly appreciate the woman's beauty. In fact, Zara was almost speechless. She was the most beautiful thing Zara had ever seen, far surpassing the sky and flowers.

"I," Zara trembled out, lacking the ability to speak. How was it that you got humans heavy jaws and tongues to work in unity to form speech? "Hi." Zara eventually stuttered out.

The beauty in front of her smiled softly, slowly stepping further into the room. She was surprisingly gracefully, footsteps silent on the wooden floors and movement fluid.

Zara watched her keenly, entranced with her every movement. Finally, the woman stood in front of her. Zara realised she felt so very dwarfed by this woman. It wasn't size exactly, but the woman's presence.

"Your name is Zara, right?" she asked softly, staring in Zara's eyes.

"Mhmm."

She smiled softly. "My name's Harriet."

"Nice to ahh, meet you." Zara had seemingly forgotten every aspect of being able to talk to someone. She could barely form words. What was this? Why was her human heart racing to fast? Why were her cheeks feeling so flushed and hot?

The pair stared at each other for a few minutes, the silence not in the slightest bit awkward. Zara didn't know what to say. She let her eyes explore every inch of Harriet's face, completely and utterly absorbed. She had never seen someone so beautiful. No one could compare to the softness of Harriet's face, the curve of her lips, the colour of her eyes.

Zara didn't even realise it, but her hand reached out and she found her finger caressing down Harriet's cheek. When her fingertips touched her face, a ripple of tingles raced through her and shivered down her spine.

"What, what is this?" Zara asked softly.

Harriet raised her arm and grasped Zara's hand which was still placed on Harriet's face. "This is- we are- soulmates."

Zara stared at the cup of water in front of her. As Harriet moved around the room the water rippled, and Zara found herself fascinated. Zara stared at the water and she was reminded of her dream. She remembered floating in the water and the endless silence until she'd stood up.