I woke up and stared at a wooden ceiling. I thought for a minute...when did I fall asleep in the first place. I tried to lift myself up, but my limbs merely twitched and did nothing more, I could only lift my spine, but my arms held me down. They could still feel but they just wouldn't move, like they had no muscle...but I knew they did. I sighed and rested my head down again and what felt like a leather sack. It was worn and felt soft against my skin. My fox ears bent down as I was too weak to move, I muttered and cursed quietly under my breathe. I could hear steps coming from possible the other side of the room. I shifted and strained to see around the place. There was an oil lantern lit by me on a crate that would seem to be a nightstand. On the other side there was a shelf with numerous odd things, but my focus faded in and out. I noticed one thing, no windows...there wasn't a window or a shaft in this place. The door suddenly opened and Black stepped in. He looked at saw me awake, "..." He gave a deep sigh, "You're not getting any better are you Midnight?" He ran his hand on my forehead and I closed my eyes. His palm was so cool and soothing he must've been outside I wanted to feel more of it against me. Black's eyes blinked at me in shock, "You're freezing Mayo...You are like sheer ice...." My eyes widened, I didn't know how that was possible if I felt so terribly hot. I heard voices coming to the room. Abraham stepped in, "How is she, Lone?" Lone looked over his shoulder, "This lantern isn't making her any warmer neither the blankets...I don't how..."
I could see from the corner of my eye another man come threw he had brown shoulder length hair and wavy locks, deep thick eyebrows. A hawk was perched on his shoulder, a scar over one of its eyes. The man wore aristocratic clothing somewhat. He wore a rich royal blue trench coat and a white collar black shirt. The star emblem on his breast proudly. A black falcon perched on his shoulder it wore a collar of blue on itself. "Let me see her Lone Black..." Black stepped out of the way, "As you wish..." I bit my lip in nervousness as he approached me. He seemed cold...and strict...for more than my master.
"How old are you?" He asked as he sat down next to me. "I..I'm 10 years old..." I stuttered. That was messed up...I can't even talk right. "Well now I think we better find what's wrong with you..." I gave a nod, "But...Who are you?" The man smiled, "I am Alestar your friend alright?" I gave a nod and seem to have fallen into sleep again...damn.
 Mayonaka Taiyo · Mon Feb 21, 2005 @ 02:43am · 0 Comments |
