Siren
"Hey, princess," a random voice came.
I opened my eyes. The light was blinding, and I could see the dark yellow silhouette of a man holding my hand, with his toned arms and yak skin gloves. He had deep blue eyes and blonde hair, like I did. I could tell he wasn't wearing a shirt. My arms felt incredibly warm, and I could still feel a throbbing pain in my right foot.
I blinked a couple of times, then let my eyes grow wide open. I was breathing heavily, and I felt really tired. I felt like I'd been sleeping for only fifteen minutes.
It was Al. He was holding me in his arms. Now that I could see things more clearly, his hair fell over his shoulders, and he had a warm smile on his face. His chest stood out a lot to me, and his skin was so incredibly soft and smooth. It felt good.
"How's your foot?" he asked, helping me sit up against a wooden wall.
"It still hurts," I said, "but I'm sure I can walk."
Putting my weight on my left foot, I propped myself to stand up straight. Then, I took one step forward and fell forward. Al caught me.
"I think you might have broken it," Al said, putting one of his arms behind my knees and lifting me. I looked around the room and recognized my Mayan calendar, as well as my desk with books and the ink bottle. I also recognized a couple of my kimonos and my Japanese sword.
I was in my bedroom.
"What time is it?" I asked, groaning and rubbing my eyes.
"It's around noon," Al said. "It's July 24th today."
"I felt like I've been sleeping for only fifteen minutes," I moaned, as Al set me down on the edge of the bed. He sat on the edge, and now I could get a better look at him.
He had really nice abs, and his chest had scars all over it, with some of the scars appearing to be recent with others looking like they were years old. Some of them might have even faded away.
"Sleep, princess," Al said, holding his hand over my head.
"Since when were you calling me princess?" I asked, weary.
"I don't know," he said, and I could see everything turn to black.