CHAPTER TWO: Ardain
In a haze, Moon blinked into the stinging sunlight. Her head and body ached, though she couldn't quite remember why. Puzzled, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar window. I'm waking up just now, she thought. All that was a dream after all. With effort, the ivory-skinned girl pulled the soft down blanket over her head.
She was falling. Moon was falling off of something but she couldn't tell what or why. Strangely, she didn't feel scared, just that she was supposed to be here, wherever here was. Abruptly, her green eyes could see. She was back in her room. But, she was watching herself stare into the computer screen. Walking over to herself, Moon gasped as the situation became clear. This was her. in front of her! Am I dead. she mused.
Softly, she reached out for the girl who was herself. Encountering nothing but air, Moon turned for the window. Something was wrong here. The window was broken and blood dripped from broken shards, but the Moon in front of her seemed unconcerned. What is this, Moon thought?
Sweating, she found herself sitting up in the strange room. The sun was not blazing through the window quite so fiercely and her head-ache had subsided a little.
"Glad you're awake." A deep voice murmured.
"I. I." Moon stammered at the soft voice. "Why?" With her memory slowly returning, Moon's body felt weighed down as if by one-thousand stones. Slumping back into her chair, the perceptive green eyes searched the room for the man with the deep voice.
"Here," The melancholy voice was closer now and a young man sat easily into an overstuffed chair by the window. "Don't be afraid, Shawnin Mel. Your wounds will heal and you will be able to begin your training."
The blonde man was looking at Moon as he spoke, though she couldn't imagine why he had called her Shawnin Mel. As for the wounds, moving her left arm sent strands of pain shooting up through her shoulder where a bandage restricted further movement. Wordlessly, Moon raised her eyes to the man.
Blue eyes shone purposefully under messy blonde tuffs of hair. Tanned skin gave those eyes the appearance of glassy crystals, shining in the now not- so-bright room. Soft ashen lips gave a slight hint of concern as well as amusement as Moon continued to study the stranger. What was it that was so different about him, Moon puzzled. His ears seemed to hear every movement and, his shirt, Moon noticed as the man moved to stand, was only covering the front of his slender body. Half a shirt?
Moon's headache returned as she shifted uncomfortably on the soft bed. "Who are you?" She whispered in a barely audible voice.
"You need rest now. My name is Ardain." He flashed a quick smile before continuing. "We have much to talk about princess, but we need to talk when you are well." With that, the last rays of sunlight died over the window and the room was dark. "In the morning, we will talk over breakfast."
To be continued.
In a haze, Moon blinked into the stinging sunlight. Her head and body ached, though she couldn't quite remember why. Puzzled, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar window. I'm waking up just now, she thought. All that was a dream after all. With effort, the ivory-skinned girl pulled the soft down blanket over her head.
She was falling. Moon was falling off of something but she couldn't tell what or why. Strangely, she didn't feel scared, just that she was supposed to be here, wherever here was. Abruptly, her green eyes could see. She was back in her room. But, she was watching herself stare into the computer screen. Walking over to herself, Moon gasped as the situation became clear. This was her. in front of her! Am I dead. she mused.
Softly, she reached out for the girl who was herself. Encountering nothing but air, Moon turned for the window. Something was wrong here. The window was broken and blood dripped from broken shards, but the Moon in front of her seemed unconcerned. What is this, Moon thought?
Sweating, she found herself sitting up in the strange room. The sun was not blazing through the window quite so fiercely and her head-ache had subsided a little.
"Glad you're awake." A deep voice murmured.
"I. I." Moon stammered at the soft voice. "Why?" With her memory slowly returning, Moon's body felt weighed down as if by one-thousand stones. Slumping back into her chair, the perceptive green eyes searched the room for the man with the deep voice.
"Here," The melancholy voice was closer now and a young man sat easily into an overstuffed chair by the window. "Don't be afraid, Shawnin Mel. Your wounds will heal and you will be able to begin your training."
The blonde man was looking at Moon as he spoke, though she couldn't imagine why he had called her Shawnin Mel. As for the wounds, moving her left arm sent strands of pain shooting up through her shoulder where a bandage restricted further movement. Wordlessly, Moon raised her eyes to the man.
Blue eyes shone purposefully under messy blonde tuffs of hair. Tanned skin gave those eyes the appearance of glassy crystals, shining in the now not- so-bright room. Soft ashen lips gave a slight hint of concern as well as amusement as Moon continued to study the stranger. What was it that was so different about him, Moon puzzled. His ears seemed to hear every movement and, his shirt, Moon noticed as the man moved to stand, was only covering the front of his slender body. Half a shirt?
Moon's headache returned as she shifted uncomfortably on the soft bed. "Who are you?" She whispered in a barely audible voice.
"You need rest now. My name is Ardain." He flashed a quick smile before continuing. "We have much to talk about princess, but we need to talk when you are well." With that, the last rays of sunlight died over the window and the room was dark. "In the morning, we will talk over breakfast."
To be continued.