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So chapter 3. I honestly have no idea where I am going with this story. I am just going to write and see where it goes. So thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy chapter 3!

Chapter 3

Viola's eye's fought to open until finally, they triumphed. Viola took a moment to inspect her surroundings. She appeared to be in a small shack. It was wooden, old and smelt like flowers for some odd reason. She lay on a very comfortable bed and she had a ice pack on her head. When that thug pushed her to the ground she must have hit her head. Well, that was her best guess for why her head was hurting. Her next challenge was trying to stand up. But as she did, she was yet again, stopped by the same voice.

"How do you feel?"

Viola fell back on the bed in defeat. She turned her head to see a woman dressed in a long red dress with the hood covering her eyes. "Who are you?" Viola asked in a very weak voice.

"My name is Theresa. I witnessed your attack and bought you to safety."

Viola eyed Theresa suspiciously then gave her half of a smile. "Well, thank you... I guess."

"There is no need for you to thank me. However, what I do need you to do, is rest."

"Well, I don't need much persuading there." Viola said as her eye lid's grew heavy.

Theresa chuckled lightly. "I have some business to attend to. I shan't be long. In the meantime, you can sleep."

Before Viola could get another word in, Theresa was gone.

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(In Albion)

Reaver sat quietly with his feet on his desk wondering what to do with the day. It was morning, and the sun was just starting to peek out from behind the wintery mountains of Mispeak. It had been his first night back from...attending some personal matters and he was tired. Just as his eye lids began to slowly shut, he heard voices outside of his door. He sighed and made his way over to investigate.

"You go and tell him." The young servant whispered.

"No you. I am too scared." Argued the maid in an equally quiet voice.

"Stop being a baby. He likes maids better anyway. Just go in there and say..."

"Say what?" Reaver asked.

Both the maid and the young servant looked up to him as he stood leaning on the wooden door frame.

"Well..." The servant stared but stopped again.

Reaver tapped his long fingers against the door frame. Then, after a while, his patient's ran out and he pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at the young boy.

"What did you say you needed to tell me?" Reaver asked one final time.

The young boy shook uncontrollably while staring down the barrel of the gun. "Well... while you were away...a woman... appeared."

Reaver frowned slightly. "A woman? Well what did she look like?"

"W...well, she wore... a long red dress... and a hood... that covered her eye's."

Reaver's frown grew dark "Theresa," he growled in a low voice "Where did she go?"

"S...she asked for you...Master...she said that she needed... to speak with you."

Reaver sighed and put his gun away "Tell the kitchen staff that they better have my breakfast ready soon." With that, Reaver slammed the door in their faces.

The maid and servant both looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's your turn next time." Said the servant sternly.

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Reaver turned from the door and sat back at his original seat. He tried to get comfortable, but something didn't feel right. Suddenly, he stood and pulled out his gun and scanned his surrounding's and, just then, his very red yet light room turned grey and misty. It looked very eerie and it was cold. He shivered slightly and as he did, in front of him, appeared Theresa.

Reaver scoffed and stood straight and put his gun back in its usual place. "I was told that you wanted to speak with me. Well, bother me would be a more appropriate word."

"Indeed. There is someone that needs your help."

Reaver chuckled, amused at the statement "What makes you think that I care about anyone other than my most brilliant self?"

"Well, that's true. Ah well, I guess I will just leave you to enjoy your breakfast in peace."

Reaver glared at her and just as she stared to leave, Reaver moaned in frustration "Wait!" He barked. "Who needs me? Well, apart from all of Albion."

"Peeked your interest have I Reaver? Well, she does not come from Albion. In fact, she hails from a place that is far different from Albion."

Reaver frowned slightly. "How different?" he asked suspiciously.

"Lets just say that it will be far beyond any place you have ever been before. So, will you help?" Theresa said holding out her hand.

Reaver hesitated "I just want you to know that the only reason I am agreeing to this is out of curiosity."

"Of course. You never know Reaver, you might just enjoy yourself and learn something new. All I am asking you to do, is take my hand."

"hmmm, that and a bunch of other errands. Ok, I will come. But like I said, only out of curiosity and boredom."

As soon as Reaver touched Theresa's hand, they vanished.

"Master Reaver..." Said the same young maid as she entered his room. But then, after realising that the room was deserted, she came back out.

"Did you not give Master Reaver his breakfast?" Asked the same servant from before.

"He's not there. But thank Avo!" The maid sighed.

"Why?"

"There was no milk for his tea."

So, that was a boring chapter right? But the next one should be better because Reaver will finally meet Viola and see what earth is like. I was trying to make this chapter a little funnier with the maid and the servant so it wasn't too boring, but I don't really think succeeded. Ah well, one can only try :)