A/N: Again, I do get in detail about this 'Secret Area'. Yes, I will end up giving this place a designated name. Have a good day/weekend and enjoy this update! :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the 'Lights: Siberia' or any other CDs, Marvel, but I do own my OC Lumina Moon and her (also OC) half-sister, Cora Appleberry.
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"Really? Where?!" I squeal.
"Over here." he points underneath my bed-frame and I quickly skip over to it.
Crouching down, I see there is a small speaker and button nestled sneakily underneath the edge, barely noticeable. Smiling, I press the button, ready to have this supposed secret area revealed.
"State your identity." a computerized voice ordered.
"Lumina Moon." I respond.
'It's weird not knowing my last name...' I think to myself.
"Access granted. Welcome, Miss Moon." and with that, a creaking sound filled the room, slightly echoing. Spinning around, I see the entrance; a part of the wall appears to have had slid opened, revealing a slight corridor. Skipping excidetly over to the piece, my eyes widen. A hand flies to my mouth in amazement. Inside of the small doorway, I see a seating area, more galaxy pillows than before though. A galaxy rug lay sprawled underneath a white, glass coffee table. Entering, I finally see what it is that Tony thought I would love so much; above me on the ceiling, was millions and millions of constellations, galaxies, and stars. Walking around the room, I see more bookshelves, but I notice that they're all about mythology or stars. Sneaking around a new found bend, I see that there lies a window seat, pillows and cushions scattered amongst it. Tall, thin bookcases stand on either side of the glass with a few knickknacks here and there, along with star and/or galaxy lamps around the room.
Sitting down on the window seat, I see a little black boombox, a small collection of CDs behind it. Searching through the plastic cases, I finally decide on a CD called 'Lights: Siberia'. As the song 'Siberia' starts to play, I lay back onto the pillows and close my eyes, hoping that my dreams won't be nightmares.
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It was dark, as dark as night. I hear voices, yelling, screaming for me to help them, free them from their prison.
"They will all die." an ominous voice thunders above.
Before I have time to react, a razor-sharp sword comes hurtling towards my chest, bursting through my skin and bone. A scream echoes throughout the darkness; my scream.
"They will all perish, because of you." the gravelly voice booms.
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I wake to a firm hand shaking me, worried. I lurch upwards, startling the person. My breathing grows raspy, and shallow.
"Woah, you okay?" the man asks.
"No, I'm not fucking okay Tony!" I yell.
"There's no need to get so worked up about it, it was just a nightmare." he defends.
"..You don't know what happened.." I whisper, trying to get my breathing under control again.
"Care to talk about it then?"
In response, I stand up and sprint out of the room, not wanting him to see anymore of my emotions. Running to a random room, I get in and slam the door, locking it. Glimpsing around the room, I see that I'm standing in the walk-in closet, mirrors mimicking my look. My looks seem so different than what I had imagined them being; Long, black hair, as dark as the night, comes to about my waist. Sharp features, chapped, dry lips just underneath my button nose. My eyes were a chocolate brown. My black eyelashes curly and slightly long. Nearly perfect eyebrows, surprisingly. My black hair spreads thinly from my scalp to my eye.
Rapid knocking on the door makes me look to the door. "Lumi, you okay?" Tony asks.
Giving no reply, he continues, "*sigh*. If you don't want to talk, then I'll leave.."
I hear footsteps heading towards the door, and with a thud, the door opens and shuts.
In that moment, I realize that my supposed 'nap', ended up turning into sleeping throughout the night. Obviously, needing an outfit, I pick up my remote, power it up, and start to skim through the infinite articles of clothing. In the end, I decided on wearing something casual, yet comfy, with a touch of officialness; black skinny jeans with silver thread and navy blue accents, a frilly silver blouse underneath a long black cardigan, black high-tops, with silver cuffs. Feeling as if the outfit was missing something, I scour the jewelery section in search of the perfect piece.
Scrolling down, I stop upon something that I would never have thought was on here; an intricately made crescent moon circlet, the crescent moon being made of moonstone, and the silver chain being adorned with aquamarine, amethyst, and a few others, according to the list under the picture. Pressing the 'Wear' button, the chosen piece is gently ejected out of a place in the wall, coming to rest in a cushioned drawer. Placing the circlet delicately upon my hair, I decide then to take it off again and braid my hair. After finishing the complicated braid I had learned from watching my mother when I was little, I once again place the silver circlet atop my hair. Finally, dubbing my look done, I walk over to the door, unlocking it, and then stepping out into the warm, fresh air. Deciding to pick up where I left off in my book, I wander over to the bubble chair, pick it up once again, and decide then to read in my 'Constellation Cove' as I named it the minute I saw the inside. Coming to sit down on the window seat once again, I start to read once more.