Marked: Part 2; The Wronged

Chapter 28

"I don't know why she keeps it so messy. Every time I'm here it seems like I have a mess to clean up. Well at least it's cleaner than usual, I better do something about the space though." Amilia got to cleaning and after a long while, she was done. As she began to walk her structured world of where she grew up appeared. Before she knew it she was walking the same street she had for the past four years. She opened the door to what seemed to be Oglm's house. She went up the stairs and plopped down on her bed. It wasn't the castle and town like Nsefen had created, but to Amilia, this was her dream. She could have whatever she wanted. Jasvinder would never have to say no to her, she could tell anyone about anything. Even Unora. Her physical form forbid her from speaking about the witch to anyone, but here, here she could tell the world and the world would listen. No one was there this time and that's what Amilia wanted. Just a quiet night for herself. I mean, if she wanted Oglm to be there, or Jasvinder, they would come begging to her side. She can even imagine a Nsefen that wasn't as smart or cunning as the real one. As the time went on she enjoyed the silence, but soon after she was startled by a noise. She didn't recall wanting to hear the noise and thought it weird for the world to be away from her. Yet before long her perfect world disappeared and all that was left was a grey abyss as far as the eye could see. Amilia looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Look at you." Amilia heard a voice in the distance. A figure moved out to where Amilia could see it. It looked exactly like her, well, except for the fact that she looked like a real cool kid. Her hair was styled in an amazing way, she wore black earrings and black leggings. Her top was a crop top that came down a little too much. She showed a bit much skin as well. "Look at you. Just a little girl in a little world."

"What? What are you talking about."

"Your weak little world."

"I do not live in a weak little world! I am the strongest of everyone."

"Are you? Are you really?"

"Yes, yes I am!"

"Do you really believe that?"

"I, uh- of course I do!"

"No, I don't think you do. You know who could solve that?"

"I don't want to hear-"

"Now don't interrupt people when there speaking."

"I wasn't, you were done taking, and you interrupted me!"

The other girl laughed. "So I did. But I wasn't done speaking."

"Well, please enlighten me."

"The person who can help you is Unora."

"There's no way I need her to be strong."

"True, you already are pretty strong. But she can give you power."

"I don't want power."

"Not physical power, Amilia. Power, power. She can teach you magic. She can give you power that no one else can."

"I don't need magic."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"I beg to differ. All your life you've been manipulated. Whether it was Leo telling you how to live your life, or Oglm getting you rapped into the Market. You could have been sent to the brig or killed. The crimes against Nsefen, why they could have burned you at the stake! And who decided you were the 'chosen' one? Why now even Nsefen is telling you what to do, and heck, you listen! Now, Unora can teach you magic and you can use that magic to never be controlled again."

"No, I don't need magic, I don't need this power."

"Oh come on, you want this." The girl moved her hands to show her body. "I am the same as you. I am an Amilia that has power, that is not afraid of anything!"

"There's no way you are me."

"Aren't I? Just look at my hair, it's white with your famous purple streak. My skin is the same color as yours. Now if you just take my hand we can start this journey to get you everything you need to get the power you so deserve. It is time that you stand alone, for yourself."

"You know I don't believe that."

"But don't you? I'm a part of you. I wouldn't be here if you didn't believe in this power. I'm the jiminy cricket in your head. And all it takes is a simple shake of my hand." Amilia slapped her hand away.

"No, Never going to happen." Amilia gasped as she woke up in her bed. She was sweaty and wore pajamas. She put her hand to her forehead and then smacked back on her pillow as her breathing started to slow down.