The feeling of falling through dimensions is a feeling I will never forget. It's like being in both zero gravity and gravity all at the same time. Part of you is being pulled down while the rest of you just wants to float there. I have officially come to the conclusion that I so did not like this feeling. It made my insides twist and turn in the most unpleasant ways.
Suddenly that feeling of being pulled in two different directions was gone; gravity alone had a hold of me. I could feel the pull as I dropped like a rock, my mouth open in a silent scream. Pain radiated across my back, shoulders, arms and legs as I slammed into the ground.
As I curled in on myself I heard two voices talking in a strange language, one I had never heard before. After a few seconds, however, I could understand them. the only reason is because I have the Gift of Tongues. It allows me to speak and understand any language as long as I've heard it at least once. I looked around and saw that I seemed to have landed in a training room of sorts. Before I could get a closer look a glowing red energy sword was hovering over my throat.
"Who are you?" the dark haired owner of the sword asked.
My eyes widened as the blade inched closer. Raising my hands I signed out my name. Unfortunately, the stranger didn't understand, and it only seemed to make him angrier. The sword dropped lower and I started panicking. I waved my hands to try and get him to back off but either he didn't get it or he just didn't care. Right as I thought he was going to kill me, another voice caught his attention.
"Dark Ace, what is going on? Where did that energy surge come from?" a feminine voice asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Master Cyclonis," the man who I assumed was called Dark Ace said, "This strange girl just dropped in out of thin air and refuses to answer me."
"Is that so?" Master Cyclonis replied, sounding thoughtful.
Deciding to risk getting my neck sliced open I turned my head slowly to the left. It wasn't too hard to pick out who Master Cyclonis was; she stood off to the side looking at me with purple eyes. I couldn't help but notice how her eyes widened slightly when I turned to her. Closing my eyes I bit my lip and turned away. she had been staring at my scars, I know she had.
"Let her up, Dark Ace. I wish to speak with her." Cyclonis said waving her hand.
"Yes, Master." Dark Ace said as he deactivated his sword and stepped back.
Moving slowly I climbed to my feet. Dark Ace continued to glare at me as I turned to Cyclonis. Again her eyes widened slightly when she saw my face. The surprised look faded quickly and the black haired teen walked up to me. I gulped slightly when she stopped and stared at me. Her eyes followed my scars down my face, under my collar, and over my shoulder.
"Why do you refuse to answer Dark Ace?" she asked after a few moments.
I panicked momentarily before waving my hand over my throat. Cyclonis gave me a confused look. A growl pulled my attention to the Dark Ace. He had his hand on the hilt of his sword. The only thing stopping him from attacking me was that his master was so close. Taking a deep breath I looked back at Cyclonis.
"Can't... Speak..." I said, my voice scratching and pulling at my throat.
Cyclonis flinched back at the ugly, hissing sound that was my voice. With a pained on my face I put a hand to my throat. Quietly I rubbed my aching throat and watched the black haired teen. She had a strange look on her face; it was a mix between disgust and sadness. Turning to Dark Ace she spoke quietly to him. The man nodded slowly after a minute.
"You, come with me." Dark Ace said grabbing my upper arm.
I had no choice but to follow him. Struggling did not seem like a good idea; the Dark Ace's hand was like a vice around my arm. Glancing around I saw Cyclonis walking just ahead of us. I suddenly wondered what they were going to do to me. That is never a good feeling.