In Her Waking [Formerly Breathe . . .]

Chapter 3

The little white brat draggedme to 'her majesty's' throne room.
I couldn't believe my eyes.

She was a white haired beauty that hung upside down on her throne. She had sharp grey eyes that suggested hatred for all mankind,her eyes made one think she was from the antedullivan times ( had she been on the ark?)

Her skin was flawless and her dress...
Her dress...
Well,actually she was wearing an immaculate white attire,with flares and slits everywhere.
She looked stunning but indeed very cruel.

She had a man floating in mid air and he was holding his neck,struggling for breath. She didn't have to touch him,she did all that with her eyes.

"Your majesty." The white brat called out.

The woman on the throne sharply turned,dropping the man half dead on the ground.

He shook violently as a result of the spasm caused by the sudden gush of blood to places it was lacked.

"What." The woman said.
"I have brought the girl"

Girl? Am twenty two,who you calling girl?

The vain woman stared at me.

Fear was all I could feel.
She looked older than I was.
"It is you...  human child?" She asked.
"Umm...yes?" I replied.
"Wonderful." She said.

I spoke up. "Okay,where am I?"
"El Amores." She edified.
"How did I get here?" I asked.

"Ah,it's good you've forgotten why you were here. jah, tell me what you remember?" She ordered.

"All I remember was feel numb and weird and then I find my self here."
The vain woman smirked."I am queen Mañana,of El Amores. You are Hanna,from the wars,jah?" She said.

Well,yes I recalled my name was Hanna and how old I was,my citizenship,but nothing dawned on me to how I got here,apart from being dragged by hair.

"Do you have a family?" She asked.

No,but I answered otherwise," A baker for a husband,three sons."
Mañana looked right." That's redeeming. "She said.

"Whitingale, take her to her kind." Mañana ordered.
The white brat scurried along.

I hesitated for sometime, then I hastily followed afterwards.