Through the glass
"Maker preserves her, she awake!"
"Go get Teyrna, she wanted to know when Lady Lillian woke up."
"Are you all right, milady?"
"Don't just standing like an idiot, give me that potion!"
Many sentences were humming around her like the buzzing bees. She heard all of it, but didn't really understand. People around her were blurring like the ghosts, those voices sounded dizzies and seemed unreal.
"Where am I?" She murmured. "What happen with me?"
An old woman in front of her stepped away, and another younger one ran to her.
"Lillian, my daring girl…! Thank the maker, you're awake."
The vision still unclear, she automatic adjusted her eyeglasses but it doesn't there any longer. After a few time of blink, she found that she didn't need them to improve her eyesight. She could see everything in this room clearly, include a grey hair woman who sat on her bed, was looking at her with concerning expression.
"Sorry ma'am. But…Where am I, and…Who are you?"
Several women in the room cried out in harmony. The youngest one shuddered, her eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, my dear…What happen to you? Why you can't remember your mother?" A grey haired woman cried.
She didn't know these people, but this one reminded her of her long gone mother. So, she held those hands, tried to comfort the old one. "Please, don't cry. I'm sorry."
Maybe she didn't expect this. Grey lady looked her like she saw the ghost. "Oh no…! Something absolutely wrong was happen to you. I haven't heard you say that word for very long time."
That really awkward, she didn't know how to react.
"I will consider this with your father." Grey lady said. "You have to stay here. Nan and other servants will be your company. It won't be long, I hope."
"Er…good luck, ma'am." That's all she could say.
The older glazed at her for awhile but she didn't notice. Because her eyes met with the long mirror that near the bed. Inside the sheet was the reflection of a girl in long white nightgown, but it wasn't her.
She walked to the mirror. The girl inside looked back with her emerald eyes. That red hair was shining in sunlight like the fire. She was so beautiful, but this one wasn't her.
"…My name is Issara." She whispered to the one in the mirror. "Who are you?"
She needed Paracetamol, a lot of it.
Issara tried to relax, she have to regain her consciousness. Panic and anxiety couldn't help anything. But those women always keep an eye on her like they thought she would fly out by the window at any minute, she felt awkward and had a strong headache.
Rolling in the bed, her stomach screamed aloud.
"Er…Excuse me." She called to the oldest, this one must be Nan. "I'm hungry. Could you tell me where the kitchen is?"
They gasped; it seemed she spoke something wrong again.
"You never go to the kitchen, milady." Nan said exiting. "Even your hound was raiding the larder."
That made sense; a lady doesn't have to make her meal. The servants live for serving her.
"OK, I get it. Could I have something to eat, please?"
Again, those women cried, some prayed to their god. Which made Issara wanted to knock her…Lady Lillian's head to the stone wall.
"What the kind of person you are, Lillian?" She asked. "Why everyone surprise when I say something politely? Are you that harsh?"
She received no answer from the Heavens.
Anyway, with the pain her head and stomach, the lost one couldn't stay polite. She shouted angrily. "Garr…I'm hungry. Serve me something now!"
That's all. The horde of servants ran from the room like they chased by devil. This might be the right method to order them.
Issara slapped her forehead. 'Great. I get stuck in the body of someone I don't know. And I have the damn game to clear. But I don't even know what kind of game it is. I should have known I can't trust the demon.'
So tired, she throw herself back to the bed. While she shut her eyes, something flashed to her mind.
"That is…" She said to the reflection. "That was your memories…weren't it?"
She still had no answer.
"Well, at least I know we don't steady. My consciousness and your body don't get along. I couldn't use my sixth-sense like usually do."
"I don't know what happen to you or where are you right now but I have to borrow this body for some time. Please help me end this game and I will take care of your body as best as I can." She prayed.
Another memory flashed to her mind. Issara could catch something from that.
It's a man, blond hair and so tall. She didn't know him but he might be Lillian's important person.
"What do you want to tell me, Lillian?" This is reminding her of the first time she contacted the ghost. She couldn't hear their voice, so they have to use another way of communication.
The wind blow from the windows, the curtain slapped a book on the table that suddenly fell to the floor. Inside that book were a gold key and a small piece of paper.
Those letters on that were the foreign language, but she could read it with knowledge from Lillian's brain.
It read: The Keeper of my heart.