Chapter 7


Around noon, Emily stirred. 'No,' she thought, 'I don't want to wake up! It was such a wonderful dream. I was going to live in a palace with a twin brother. Please don't let it all be a dream!'

She forced herself to open her eyes, only to close them again in shock.

She was sleeping in a tapestry 'princess' bed in the middle of a room that was so big, you could build a condo in it.

Emily stood up to find herself in a nightgown that was more gown than night.

'ugh…' she thought, 'get me out of this thing!' She walked over to what she thought was a closet, but when she opened it, she found a huge bathroom. The full impact that the pink, marble, and the ivory had on her was enough to knock someone off their feet.

There were rose petals everywhere, an ivory toilet on her right, a shower with a rose print on the pink marble walls, and an ivory vanity with a sink, and an ivory bath that was more like a miniature swimming pool than bath.

Once she had gotten over the shock, she closed the door, and went to the next one. When she opened it, and found it stock full of dress-suits, she almost had a fit.

'Don't these people have any taste?' she silently fumed. She then went to the cabinet dresser in the corner, and finally found the clothes that she had worn yesterday, washed, dried, and pressed. She slipped them on, and left the room.

In the hall, she found many portraits of men and women with black hair glaring down at her from every wall. Placed at odd angles were cameras, staring sleeplessly at her, watching her every move.

As she walked down the hall, passing the every odd suit of armor or arm chair, the paintings and the people in them began to look more modern, until she came to the painting at the end of the hall.

Emily stared in disbelief. If she had worn a suit and tie, and her hair was shorter, she could have sworn that it was a mirror. Then the corners of her mouth began to twitch, and she burst into laughter, glad that it wasn't a dream after all.

The boy in the painting looked around her age, and he was staring at her in a face that was supposed to be dark and glaring, but the painter had taken a humor, and had the corners of his mouth betray the smile that was hidden within. She loved the way that the painter had made the boy's eyes dance with sparkles in the reflections.

The background of the painting was horrifying. It was a barren wasteland, cracks running along the ground, hot, molten lava spilling across in rivers, creatures crawling out of the cracks of the earth, their indescribable flesh falling off their rotting, burning, corpses of bodys, mountains and erupting volcanoes surrounding the area of destruction, and the smoke parting just enough to show a full moon.

Full moon. Those two words made her shudder. In her dream - no, it wasn't a dream. This painting was proof enough for that. But she knew that she had been abducted by a full moon.

That made her think of Kat. What was it about her? Oh yes! Happy Transformer Lady with the murder charges. Lucky day. She then turned down the corridor, and tried to find a person to help her.


Well, that sucked for a few dozen months of planning… help! I sorta lost my plot!

SUGAR GAME


"In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit."
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