"I am more than what you bargained for, but nothing less than real. " –Drake
Prologue
"I'm in deep shit." Basically, those were the thoughts that filled my mind in that particular moment, because, honestly, they were the only words that could describe said moment. Well, 'I'm going to fucking die' could work, too, but I didn't want to go as far as to say that—even if it might be true.
"Dear stupid lion (a.k.a. Aslan), just thought I'd think what I need to say to you. If you're listening, which I highly doubt, I just want to tell you that this is your entire fault. If this is what I was meant to do, then consider yourself un-thanked. This is so not what I wanted when I made that stupid wish in that stupid plane. If I die, I'll be sure to haunt you. Hope you have a horrible day. Sincerely, Jennifer Antoinette Milan. P.S. I really hope you couldn't hear this." I think I'm making it a habit to write letters. I felt like screaming. I used to write texts and emails! Thanks a lot Lucy!
Well, considering that my thoughts worked about three times normal speed, and the letter (thoutter? Get it? Thought, letter? No? Ok!) only took me about ten seconds to think, nothing much had happened. I was still standing in the same exact spot as the moment before, the armor on me adding weight and Josie—who was supposed to be my best friend—still stood before me, in dragon form, ready to kill me and then devour me till I was nothing more than a pile of bones. Yes, exaggeration, I know, but she's a fucking dragon.
Oh, yes, dear people. I am most definitely in deep shit.
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