Meteora woke up days later. Her eyes trying to focus on the ceiling. Wait. Ceiling? Where was she? The girl looked around the room. There were posters hanging on the green walls, a mess of clothes on the floor, and a drumset. She sighed as she realized she was in her own room.
She tried to move her hand to rub the throbbing pain in her head, but winced at that. She noticed the bloody bandages on her hand. What happened? She can't really remember.
"TEORA!"
Oh. She remembers that. That was terrifying. She sat up and winced. Her back hurt...That's when she noticed glowing on her back. Well, normally she was out of her butterfly form, so the Solarian mark didn't matter. But seeing as how now she can't seem to make her wings go away? It was there, and not going away.
She never told her mom. Or anyone for that matter. She didn't want anyone to worry. But now that it's visible, she may have to tell someone...
Meteora sighed as she stood up. No broken bones. Nothing too bad. That's good. She started to feel a little dizzy, black spots covering her vision. Ok, that's normal. Only if you haven't taken care of yourself. And being unconscious for a few days will do that. The girl shook off those feelings of nausea and left her room.
"Mom? Dad? You here?"
No answer.
It's not like then to leave her alone. Especially if she's hurt. She smirked as she walked down the hall. Shouting as she did.
"I guess since no one's home, I'll climb on the wall with my hurt hand!"
She waited for a response. Nothing. Her ears went down as she went to the throne room. Where was everyone?!
Her wings, or what's left of them, fluttered slightly as she felt the mark spread. The cry of pain from feeling the burning sensation go from her wing and onto her back echoed through the empty temple. She had collapsed to the floor, staying there on her hands and knees as she got used to the pain.
"...And here i thought i was actually important...huh"
Her breathing was heavy. Her eyes darted to the door as her ears perked up. Someone was here! Who was it? She stood up and went to the door. After opening it she shielded her eyes. The light was practically blinding. But then she felt someone grab her. Carefully lifting her up and walking inside. A quiet chuckle came from them. And that's when she realized who it was.
"Rasticore! You can't just-"
"Oh hush. You need to stay in bed"
"I'm fine though. It's just my hand. Not like i broke ribs"
"How about this. I'll stay with you as long as you don't get up. You can move around on your bed, but you can't get out of bed"
"...hmmm... deal"
