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Floating.
A feeling of ecstasy. Warmth. Peace.
I felt myself sink deeper and deeper. I let go of hovering inhibitions.
Suddenly I was thrust to the surface.
I woke with a start, sweat heading down my neck, gasping for air.
I rubbed my eyes, focusing them on the room I had awakened in.
Warm, silk sheets, a king sized bed, an empty armour stand. Shelves of books lining the walls, and a desk underneath a window with a mess of papers and different maps.
Then I heard the unmistakable sound, of the knob turning. Panicked I pulled the covers over my head and did my best to pretend I was still out cold.
I heard the creak of the door open. I focused on breathing deeply and steadily. Trying to think back to how I got caught in this mess.
Wait.
How did I get in this mess?
I can't seem to remember anything up until this point.
Where am I?
Hell. WHO AM I?
I felt a hand on my arm. Something in me knew not to move. The hand rubbed back and forth, lovingly. Then moved to my head, I could feel my hair moving back and forth.
Then it was gone. I heard the footsteps lead to the door, open it and close it softly behind.
I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding.
The cool air outside the sheets hit me like a brick.
Swinging out of the bed, I stand up, immediately recognizing the feeling of carpet between my toes.
I look down at what I was wearing.
Simple PJs.
Knowing hostiles could be anywhere, I went with my gut, telling me to be wary.
I scan the room once more, this time I'm search of any sort of weapon or sharp object that could be utilized in combat.
I spot a knife stabbed through a map cast to the side.
Instantly I wedge it out of place and test it's weight.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt someone's presence behind me. I slashed with the knife in a semicircle, to cut through air.
'How had I known to do that?' I thought.
Still on guard I notice a figure by the window, gazing out at the pink sky.
"So you're awake?" They murmured.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
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Oop. I think I lied guys... I did not in fact update. Partly because as soon I did last time I was immediately swarmed by extra amounts of school work. And dumb(butt) me decided to take a SUMMER CLASS. Why, You ask? Because HEY COVID STILL HERE. I might as well be extra. Hehehehe
Anyways. Yeah I'm totally behind, but in the span of then and now. FRIGGIN SOMEHOW?!!! This story is #1 in Trollhunters? WHAT?!!!! Please let me know what I need to do to celebrate and actually keep updating, not 2 months apart. XD.
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