Project Ashren

Chapter 4-Vida

Hallo! I told ya'll this chapter would be coming sooner than later! It's from Vida's perspective again, hope you enjoy! 

The picture above is kinda what Vida looks like. Ofc there are differences, but I wanted to provide a close-enough-to-what-she-looks-like image just in case.

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 I followed Lady Gisela down the dimly lit halls of the base, staring at the grey floor as I walked. She was talking, but I wasn't listening. Keefe woke up... he finally woke up, for the first time in a long time there was no one else to share the thought with, which would've been a joyous thought had the circumstances not been so... weird. Tragic wasn't the right word, but neither was happy. It really depended on who you were talking to, and I can't tell what I'm feeling right now. Confusion is the obvious one, but I don't know whether to be happy or sad. Keefe finally get's to go back home, to his friends, but Lady Gisela's plan is still moving forward, and I'm left alone...

Again.

We turned the corner and there was a large rock wall-a dead end. Lady Gisela kept walking towards the wall, and I slowed my pace, cocking my head. I've been down this hallway so many times, the dead end was always just that, a dead end. "Let's go," she commanded, not bothering slowing her pace. I bit my lip and walked faster convincing myself it wasn't a wall. Because let's be real, nothing is ever as it seems. Especially here. A young, 15-year-old girl supposed to be a... a weapon. A tool. A puppet. That's what I was created to be. Nothing more. Suddenly, I braced myself as a memory flashed through my head.

I was 12.

I woke up one morning, and I wasn't in my own bed. It was cold, dark. I was in a small room, myself sitting on a twin bed in the corner next to a normal-sized dresser. A pair of clothes were neatly laid on the dresser, a black tunic and leggings, and I reluctantly and frighteningly stepped out of bed. I remember wondering where was I. Where were my parents? How am I here? Are they looking for me? Who brought me here? Where is here? Few questions were answered, and the answers didn't seem to qualify as answers.

I pulled on the tunic and the leggings, but I kept on my necklace. Mom gave it to me when I turned 10, even though birthdays aren't a big thing in the Lost Cities, I like keeping track of my age. I was so excited when I turned ten, my first double digits! The necklace used to be Mom's. It was a thin silver chain, a blue jewel enclosed on both sides by a white pearl, the chain fitting through the jewels. It was so special to me.

A small light peeked out from under a swinging doorway which I slowly pushed open, stepping outside the room and into a dimly lit hallway. There was a person standing at the end of the hallway, they were wearing a black cloak with a white eye on the right sleeve. I asked them who they were, where I was, what I was doing here, but they didn't talk to me. I walked right in front of them and I screamed, I screamed so loud, but they didn't even flinch. The person finally looked down at me-I was only able to see the bottom half of their face, the hood covering their eyes-and they ripped the necklace off my neck.

I cried.

I cried when they burnt my necklace in the palm of their hand. I cried when they grabbed my arm and dragged me into an odd room. I cried when I saw more of the cloaked figures inside. I cried when they pushed me into a cold, metal chair. I screamed when they cuffed my hands and ankles to the legs of the chair. They told me things, things I didn't want to hear, things no 12-year-old girl should hear.

"You're just the back up."

"Your parents won't remember."

"You aren't normal."