I was lost… The rain was falling slowly onto the ground and made my hair stick to my face and the horn protruding from my forehead. My body shook violently from how cold I was, pulling on my clothes that were heavy from the rain. My feet kept on walking down the empty road until my eyes saw someone in front of me. He was tall, taller than me anyway. He had long silver hair with matching colored feather sticking from the top. His eyes were two ocean blue orbs that struck into my soul. His skin was pale and he was so… handsome. My face must have been red because he leaned down and stroked my cheeks gently. He said nothing, he took his hand away from my face and held it out in front of me. He wanted me to take his hand? But I did not know who he was. Yet I grasped his hand with my own, in awe about how small mine seemed in comparison. With a chuckle escaping his purple lips, followed by a blue light surrounded us, fear suddenly washed through my veins. As soon as it came, it went away, fading away into the ocean of my mind, swimming, sinking, and slowly disappearing along with the space around me.
When I came to, my body was sprawled on the ground. My eyes locked onto everything that could come into sight, from the giant grayish-blue mushroom-like pillars, the oddly structured buildings, and stopped on the people. There was no real way to properly describe them. All of them looked the same. Short blonde hair, strange androgynous clothes with tails stick up from underneath the skirt-like bottoms. It felt strange, to see other people with tails. I had one of my own but I was nothing like these people. I looked nothing like them anyway. Instead of focusing on them and bringing myself more of a headache, my attention to looking around for the boy with pretty eyes. Though when I did, I felt a little stunned. He was just sitting on a rock, gazing down at me with a gentle yet icy gaze.
Gulping down the saliva that was beginning to well inside my mouth, as well as the bad taste that came along with it, I finally managed to muster up the courage to speak the first thing on my mind.
"Wh… where am I?"
"Well, my dear, you're on Terra. I thought you'd know that, you've been here for so many times now." He spoke in a smooth voice as he stared down at his purple nails before rubbing them upon his purple mantle.
Terra? My head tilted as a reaction to the confusion that started to seep into my brain. I have never heard of a place called Terra, though I know what the word means, no one would really ever speak it… They didn't right? My concentration on the next flood of questions was broken when the male stood from the rock. Pushing his long, soft looking hair behind one of his ears with the most playful of smiles on his face.
"Come with me, there is someone that I believe wants to see you again." He said walking forward and bringing me with him.
Again? I do not know anything of this place… Or did I? That headache was back… We walked by some of those clone-like people standing around a giant crystal that appeared to be surround with something that was like… a magical aura maybe? I couldn't observe long enough because we turned to a stair case so quick my head felt like it was spinning on my shoulders. Once down the stairs we made it to a… I don't know what this room was, in all honesty. I heard the man talking to someone but I was too indulged in the oddness of my surroundings to listen. There were people in pods, were they being made like this? This was definitely nothing that I was accustomed to seeing. Biting my lower lip, a habit in which I was always scolded for, I ran my tongue along it as I began to over-analyze everything.
My concentration was one again broken, this time by the sound of clanking of armor drawing near, and when I looked directly in front of me, I saw an old man garbed in black armor. For a moment it felt like he was leering down at me. In a way that one does when you spit in his food, or like how the noblemen are when you don't acknowledge them first when they enter you home. I let go of my lip and was ready to say something, but the words caught in my throat when the cold gauntlet made contact with my horn.
That was probably the most unpleasant feeling I have ever felt. At least at first it was. It was fast motion, it finished before I could even blink, but when I did the pain set in. As if lightening spread through the extended part of my forehead.
It all started sinking it at once when I saw m horn in his hand. I felt my eyes twitching and spread down to the rest of my face. There it was, it was gone, my horn. Gone. Even though I felt no blood flowing, the area burned, that is what the shocking feeling was. The wound was cauterized as soon as it was created. I could hear nothing, it felt like everything was swimming. I felt like the world around me was becoming all dreamy once again, but instead of losing consciousness, I merely began to wander. Falling up the stairs and stumbling along the ground until my eyes were washed over with that blue light.
When my arms and legs gave out after they were finished carrying me, when it seemed like I was finally out of any form of danger. I felt my cheek come into contact with something wet. I guess I ended up falling near that lake. Shifting my eyes upward to stare at the ripples I created on the water's surface. I could see my reflection, though distorted, and couldn't take my eyes away from the new scar on my forehead. When the water finally began to clear, the male with the pretty eyes walked up to me, shaking his head with a look of disdain on his face.
"How terrible. I never expected the old man to do anything like that. Now look at you. How… unfitting." He spoke calmly as he grabbed the back of my top, pulling me up to at least my knees with the rest of my body still filling limp, "And such a nasty scar. Let me fix that for you."
Doing some sort of strange motion with his fingers, he conjured up a light blue aura before placing it on my forehead, pinching his fingers on the scarred area before yanking the burned skin away. He seemed to now be smiling with satisfaction at his little trick. Adjusting my gaze back to my reflection, I could see why he smiled in such a way. It worked after all. It was like there was never a wound to begin with, not to mention that the pain was slowly being replaced by a cool and soothing feeling.
"Thank you…" I whispered, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. Then it struck me, I was ready to say his name as well but yet I had no possible idea of what it could be, "Forgive me as I never asked… But may I have your name?"
"My name…?" He looked down at me questioningly but his lips curled upward with his index finger being placed on his lower lip, following the expression with a low chuckle, "My name is…."
I shot up from my bed, panting and I moved my bangs out of my face. 'Not that dream again…' I thought to myself. Flinching as something brushed against my arm, though calming down soon after as I felt like an imbecile for getting scared of my own tail. Twirling my fingers around it as one would a strand of hair, my feet slowly began to force me out of the comfort of my bed. The cold marble floor against my feet was something I grew accustom to. Stretching as a yawn took over, popping many joints along my spine as well as my limbs left a feeling of bliss and relaxation. My body started strolling gracefully over to my vanity where I could plant myself in the seat. Resting my elbows upon it, I caught myself staring at my reflection, propping my hand under my chin as support for my head.
Markings on my face from the pillow and a terrible case of bed head, such a typical morning look… I moved my bangs from my forehead and rubbed the spot the horn was in that dream, nothing felt odd but it still troubled me. Simply dismissing the thought, I prick up the brush that lay on the vanity to commence on fixing my hair. Always the same thing… A redundant morning after awaking from a redundant dream, with the only think possibly being different would be the food, the conversations, and maybe the weather. Well, maybe within the next month things would be a little different. My sister and I's birthday would be coming up, even though I would be turning eighteen and she sixteen, our birthdays oddly fell on the same day.
Flipping out my hair, though I loved how the silky texture of my long hair ran through my fingers, I wished I could get it cut or maybe style differently. But of course my mother would never agree to it, for so many reasons that made little to no sense to me. It is so unlady-like. It would never look good on you. Blah, blah, blah. Such an annoyance.
I honestly believe the main reason being she needed me and my younger sister to actually look related, and apparently if my hair were to be cut that would totally screw up any resemblance. Yet I don't believe she and I even looked the same now, the only reason I was even close to her paleness was due to so many years before forced to stay inside, only being let out when the weather was cold and there was barely any sun. The once barely noticeable dark circles became very apparent now, and though I didn't mind them it was still unsettling how it made me look a little… pitiful? Thus resulting in massive caking of make-up. Now it was not that I hated wearing it, but to have so much on would take so long to apply because of all the details and powder and frequent sneezing.
So tedious.