Before there connections were ripped apart a Witch called Amera P'sona was in the wrong place at the right time. No she is the anchor tying two planes together.
It's been two days, It has been driving me crazy! The voices, they are everywhere... A white swordsman? White oak? What does all of this mean!
"Aah!" Amera'd jump out of bed screaming, her head sweating and body trembling to the touch.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The alarm would ring.
"Gah" She'd jump, grunting quieter and quieter.
The beam of light in the coridoor blinding her sight.
"Whats happening?!" She'd shout, bringing her knees into her stomach while trying to get rid of the sounds.
Stumbling as she'd sway side to side, falling on the walls and pushing herself back up.
'It feels like i'm hungover' She'd think to herself.
"I just need a drink" She'd say, getting a glass out of the cupboard and filling it up with Water.
As she'd lift it up to her lips, the glass would explode in all directions except hers, the shards sticking into the wall with the force of impact.
Amera'd tumble back in shock and as she'd lean on the table behind her, it would light on fire, creating a shockwave of flames englufing the fire.
"Aaah!" She'd scream, louder and louder as the smoke would engulf the room, falling back as she'd hold her head, leaning on the kitchen cabinets.
After a moment or two, all Amera'd here was the sound of a firecanister going off, spraying the fire as the foam would set and steal its oxygen.
Hey guys! This is just a taste of a new idea I came up with, this is just an extremely small version of the story but I need reinsurance that people like the idea. Please review, it inspires me to write more! Thank you :) - A 16 year old inspired author