When young Amelia Harte starts to get weird dreams and flashbacks, there's only one person who would have answers to her questions: Theresa.
Theresa's someone who always knew what to do and is always correct. So, when Amelia ends up at her door earl...
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"Hey, balleo,wake up."I opened my eyes as instructed to find myself staring into a stormy land of mystery. It turned blue and gray from time to time; it was beautiful. "Come on now, get up before I throw you into the water."
I snapped out of my daze when I recognized the eyes from somewhere. I scanned his face, eyes double-checking the perfect jaw and the sun kissed skin.
"Oh, no..." I mumbled rubbing my eyes. I lifted myself from his grip and sat on the spare seat near. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that we're in a bedroom; the bed was placed in the middle and the sheets were perfectly done with tones of pillows. It had two beside table on each end and they were occupied with the classic night-lamps. Underneath the furniture laid a cozy looking rug; white and gray and the art on one side of the walls matched the color combination. Whoever designed the room knew how to make good of the space.
I turned my attention back to myself when I noticed that I was sitting on the breakfast couches nearby and the coffee table in front had a mug filled with brown liquid which I could guess was sweet coffee from the breathtaking smell it emitted. Another cup sat near but it was half finished and the liquid inside was black. I turned my attention to the guy next to me and realized that he was wearing a bathrobe and a pant from a sleepwear underneath; no top.
He's one fine man and I could already tell that he had the ladies going down on their knees for him already. I forced myself to lift my gaze and meet his eyes. His eyes looked tired but cautious at the same time as he scanned me back.
What am I doing here?
How did I get here?
"You good?" He asked softly, staring into my eyes to see if I was hurt from the inside. My stomach did a flip and butterflies fluttered around making me want to just curl up in the bed and roll around in happiness. I gave him a smile for assurance and a quick nod. I'm not sure if bipolar people are supposed to act in anyway like him, but the guy seemed to transform from looking like an angel to glaring like a devil that I'd be underground in a few seconds if he had magical powers. "Then tell me how and what you're doing here, in my room, at night after falling off a dragon?!"
His voice grew louder and louder with every word making me squirm and the butterflies from earlier flew away as fast they'd come. Now I just felt sick.
"I don't know?" I answered weakly. I mean, I'm not lying, I already have so many problems with life and this whole going back and forth between two worlds in not helping.
"Damn right you don't know..." he mumbled back. "You fell off a dragon!" He paused watching me react but I couldn't react, what was supposed to feel? "I don't know if that rings a bell to you, but you should've died! But you didn't; instead, when you fell and when we tried to catch you, you suddenly disappeared. What game are you playing? Who are you? What do you want? What kind of sorcery is this?"
