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Mia's Point of View
It had been a while since the five of us were living together in Polar's hat's mansion in West Coast. I haven't been keeping time, but I'd say it's been about two to three weeks.
I spent most of my time working on both my aim and accuracy; I think I have gotten much better in the timespan of when we were here.
The Ripper was with me every day, Polar was meditating and making new potions, she's a witch so she has to, Chris has been practicing his fist-fighting, and the male mage was reading.
Simply reading.
Although, at this time, I had been reading too. Lunch was in about 30 minutes. The Ripper usually cooked for us but sometimes the hat helped him. I must say, Polar's hat is very polite.
Both her hat and the male mage had recommended me this book; it was called Divergent. I was entrigued.
However, my peace was disturbed when Polar walked up to me and giggled. She's about 99% happiness, I'd say.
"I just created a new potion." She stated, sitting down next to me on the couch. I smiled at her.
"Really?" I asked. She nodded.
"What are the effects of your potion?"
"Hallucinations."
She said that so straightly I think I might have choked.
"Hallucinations?" I was confused.
"More like a dream state in which your vivid thoughts are acted out into hallucinations. You can fly, you can be rich, you can breathe underwater, anything you want. Sounds cool, huh?" Polar's eyes gleamed.
"Yes-"
"It has some bad side effects."
I blinked once.
"What are the side effects-"
"Fear is most realistic. You can die. If you die in the hallucinations, you die in real life, too."
I blinked twice.
"How do you know this?"
"My familiars were my test subjects."
I blinked three times.
"Oh." I simply stated.
"Yep." Polar blew on her nails. She turned to me.
"Let's try it on you." She suggested. My eyes widened.
"What?! No way! I couldn't possibly do something like that!" I jumped up and waved my arms around in the air.
"Too late." Polar jumped up from the couch and whispered in my ear. I looked down and saw her holding a small, empty bottle.
"You-" I was cut off by her.
"5...4...3...2...1"
I blacked out.
I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but when I came back to my senses, I was in a field.
A field full of orange poppies. I crawled over to the closest one I saw an picked it out of the ground.
Suddenly, all the poppies disappeared and I was sitting in a chair. A chair in a white room. Everything was white.
A familiar figure opened the door, which had no handle, and kicked it behind themselves. Polar spoke up.
"You've been in a coma for a while now, Mia." My eyes widened. I tried to move out of my position on the chair, but my limbs wouldn't move. I was paralyzed.
"What? What are you talking about?!" I tried my best to yell at her. She smirked.
"The imperial guards were ordered to drug you." She told me. "Do you want me to tell you who gave that order?"
I froze.
Polar's eyes widened into a size so shocking that I didn't know what to think. She fell forward on the ground dead, with a hole in her lower back.
Another Polar was standing at the door, holding a pistol. She lowered the gun.
She walked forward towards me, every step felt like an eternity. Was I going to die here?
She stopped a few feet away from me, then raised the gun to her forehead.
"POLAR, NO-" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was too late. She pulled the trigger.
It was all in slow motion; the angle at which she fell down, how her fingers slipped out of the trigger's hold, and the sound of her body hitting the ground.
I screamed as loud as I could.
The tears that were streaming down my face dried up in a moment's notice. I opened my eyes.
My mother and father. The king and queen of Empyrean.
My older sister, too. She was sitting next to me. We were peeking in on our parents from a sliding door that was open enough for us to peek an eye through.
My mother had straight, jet black hair, and my father had slightly curly blonde hair. My older sister got most of her looks from our mother, and I got my looks from our father.
"We have to kill Mia. There's no other way." The voice of my mother. My father's yelling was followed suit.
"Then I'll take her and run. Away from you, away from everyone that follows your selfish plans." My mother sighed.
"We have no other choice! This is for the country!" She argued back.
"For the country? You just want her dead!" My father screamed.
"YOU'RE RIGHT! I WISH I HAD NEVER GIVEN BIRTH TO HER!" My eyes widened.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING MANIAC!" Tears streamed down my eyes.
A few moments of silence. My father broke it.
"I'll push her down to Arad."
What? Is that... No way... That's not possible...
That's how I got here?
"Well I guess you've found out some different news, huh?" I jumped at the face of Polar in front of me. In fact, I hadn't realized that we were back in the hat's mansion.
Polar sat down in front of me, grinning. I could almost see a tail wagging.
"That was...Your creation?" I gasped.
"From several months ago."
I sweatdropped. "Several?"
Polar nodded.
Several months ago.
That was when The Ripper came here. That was when Polar's potion was made.
What else happened several months ago?
I bit into a kit kat, thoughts running rampant throughout my mind.
Guess I'll find out.