A/N- I want you to know that this is two chaoter in one...so please, feel good that I labored for months on one then the other, but just glued them together. Ok, I'm done so you can read on now...
"Funny, how the world balances its self out like this," He said in a cool tone. Amy glanced off to the side. She was growing nervous from his remarks about his great kingdom and palace. He loved to talk of his own accomplishments and bother on about his vast land. She looked farther down the hallway, anticipating where he was taking her. The hall seemed to go for ages, until it finally ended at a small fountain.
She heard him talk about a painting on the wall, but she wasn't looking at it. What had caught her attention was a small piece of paper, lying before his feet. It was a light piece of parchment, yellowed by age, and crumpled to not be noticed. She bent over quickly and snatched it from before his toes. "Miss?" He asked in a confused tone. She glanced at his face. He looked somewhat shocked that she hadn't been listening to him ramble on about his great encounter with the greatest wizard of all times. His dark brow was pulled together, sending a few perfect white hairs askew.
"What's this map of?" Amy asked as she looked at the contents of the paper. It was an extremely detailed map. Every road, building, statue, and labels were all placed flawlessly in some sort of order. Under several buildings were the words "ID required" or "License required." It was colored in, marking different districts and streets. Perfect details and color marked each different monument or fountain, such as a description written in unreadable letters.
He snatched it from her fingers and stowed it away quickly in the folds of his robe. She looked away, face tingling with embarrassment. She knew she had done something wrong now, even though all she had done was pick something up. His gaze was piercing through her (A/N- I know, bad place, but I wanted to say it's like in the one scene in Lord of the Rings…when Merry finds the bowling ball thingie…), tearing through her like a knife.
"Thank you for picking this up for me," he said voice tense and powerful. Amy stole a glance at his face; she feared staring might result in something drastic. But when his eyes caught hers, his face softened. "Now, as I was saying…" He planted his arm on her shoulders and steered her down the hallway.
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Amy slumped back into the pillows, bewildered about the past events. She let out an exhausted sigh as the cushions engulfed her. Her head spun in confusion. What was going on? Not but 20 minuets ago, she had been an un-employed (as she was told) poor nobody. And now, she was a premier entertainer for the royal court and was scheduled to play a song in a concert, tonight! Everything was whirling around her, and she had no control of the tornado.
Gingerly, she stood up and walked about her spacious room. The superior carpet squished beneath her feet cushioning her every step. The walls harmonized her eyes, a soft emerald green, coupled by gold design. The furniture was fine, everything from the four-poster bed to the amazingly intricate doorknobs. The walls were covered in fine, rich silks and paintings. But on one wall is what made this room so stunning. The entire wall was a beautiful stained glass, colors of every imaginable shade, designs of that of the future. It pictured a man, standing alone on a hill, looking to the great masses of inhabitants below him. It was amazing.
Amy looked into her mirror, trying to process the information in her head. Her reflection began to scold her for her misunderstanding, but it made no difference. She was no longer on earth it seemed. She was somewhere, either in the distant past, or in another galaxy all together. This world was all about order, identification, and rules. Everything had a system; they way they talked, excusing themselves and apologizing at every waking moment. And somehow…she was a part of this. She reached into the thin pocket in her dress and drew out her ID card. It was a simple piece of plastic, no color, and no picture, just words.
"Name: Amora Eleanor WestOccupation: Musician, artist
Birth date: October 30, 15970
Ranking: public, no access"
None of this made any sense to her. She wasn't born in 15970. Her birthday wasn't even in October! She willed herself to believe that this was all a dream, but her mind wouldn't take it. No matter how many times she would pinch herself; her eyes remained as they were. This was no dream… it couldn't be. No single mind could create a world like this. Not one…
"Are you listening to me?" jabbed the voice of her reflection. Amy looked at it. She hated magical mirrors, how their own reflection criticized what you should wear and how you should look. "As I was saying, you really should change out of that…rag. And that's putting it politely! There are some exquisite dresses in the wardrobe, so take a look in there. The green one would absolutely flatter your complexion, but the aqua one would be best for your figure."
Amy hesitated. This was all but normal. Her mirror was giving her fashion tips. She was somewhere what wasn't earth. She looked at her own clothing, a thin pale blue dress and worn shoes. And here she was, in a royal bedroom. "All I had done was sung a song for that man…"
"What are you staring around for? This is the royal court, darling! You don't have much time," her mirror scolded. It pointed indignantly at the wardrobe on the other side of the room. The door automatically flew open and dresses floated over to her bed. "Get going!"
She walked slowly over to the bed and ran her fingers over the dresses. They were made of silks and furs, various arrays of color and pattern. Amy didn't know how long she spent trying on the dresses…hours it seemed as her mirror babbled on about her appearance. Her arms began to feel tired from all the clothing until finally, she pulled on a dress what stopped her.
"Now that's gorgeous," came a voice from her door. Amy spun around. There was that man again, the blonde one. He smirked casually before turning on his heel and closing her door softly behind him. She stared wide-eyed at the door for a moment, expecting him to pop his head back in.
"You know, he wasn't lying either, that man," her reflection said in a dreamy tone. Amy let out a small laugh as she turned to look at herself. She wriggled at her apperance. It felt like she was wearing water, the material was so soft. It was white floor length, with a small train. The bosom was like a corset, white with a beautiful black lace layer. The train and bottom of the dress were a black ombre, soft in the shading.
Amy looked back up into the face of her reflection. Her eyes looked alive as she spun around smoothly, the skirt creating a little circle around her. The fatigue from the other dresses seemed like a thing of the past. 'I don't know why I feel so good!' she thought to herself, laughter on her tongue, 'But it sure feels good.'
"And you didn't think any of these would look good no you…" her mirror said with a smile. Amy laughed softly as she peeled the dress off her, longing to wear it again. She hung it up in the armoire before she slumped down to the floor. The cold wood shot through her body as when slowly remembered the numbness she felt not long ago.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "One moment!" Amy called, scrambling up and pulling a sweater over her blue dress. She clambered over to the door, bare feet sinking into the plush oriental rugs. She grabbed the small silver door handle and opened the door slowly. And who she saw was no one she would expect to see in this world….
A/N- I felt like leaving you guys with a crappy cliffhanger so you'd ponder about this next chapter for months. HA! Yeah, so be happy I got this one out. And review, pretty please?
