“Uhh, what?”
A girl awoke in the middle of a garden, the sun viciously assaulting her eyes. Once she could see again, she gazed at a familiar sight but couldn’t immediately grasp why. Sitting up, she grabbed her back as it cried in agony. It wasn’t until she took a second glance at her hands that it all came flashing back.
Inspecting the area, she realized she was on a square connected to the rest of the roof floor by four bridges, all of which were suspended above a square moat. Rushing over to the water, she peered at the reflection, unleashing a squeal at the truth in the mirror.
“Okay…okay, it worked. The spear actually did it.” The girl inhaled to calm her nerves. “I’m alive, that was dumb.”
Returning to the reflection, she could see her hair was a smidge longer and her stomach a tad scrawnier, but nothing else had changed. Her eyes were still red, her skin still a medium beige, and her height still awkward for being twelve.
Despite jokingly going along with the plan before, she wasn’t snickering now. Mimicking her action from the previous night, she held out her hand and the spear materialized from the air.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, but this was clearly a stupid idea. Spear, I wish to be normal again!”
Nothing had happened.
“Spear, I wish to be a boy again.”
The girl was getting antsy, wondering why nothing was occurring.
“Spear!” Her voice beginning to crack and tremble, “I don’t want this anymore! Make me a boy! I wish to be normal…”
No matter how much she begged, how angry she got, even frustrated to the point of tears, the spear remained inert. Analyzing the head of the spear, the problem became clear: the flowers on the brush were wilted.
“So that’s it? I’m stuck like this?” Tears streamed down the brunette’s face as she dropped the weapon on the ground.
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“Just remember to come down stairs when you wake up.” Jade’s words echoed in her head. Wiping her eyes, she walked toward the staircase; however, she passed the stairs upon seeing the view in front of her. From where she stood, there were mountains and mountains, and passed them more mountains. In the distance, the range broke and gave way to fields. Straining her eyes, the girl swore she could make out a shape vaguely like a castle.
Suddenly, thoughts of what her father and mother would say played out in her head. It was only then she realized Matt would soon find what she had done.
“He’s going to hate me. He’ll kill me when he finds out what I did. Why did I agree to this?” The girl put her head in her hands as she wept uncontrollably.
“I betrayed the princess, Matt…everyone!” She continued to bawl her eyes out, curling up into a bawl as she sat in front of the fence keeping her from a several story drop. Once her eyes began to dry up and her heart felt as if it could stand up against a light breeze, she stood up and walked down the staircase.
On the way to the floor below, she could hear another girl weeping; it only took two seconds for her to realize it was Elizabeth crying. Without another thought, she rushed toward the sound, running into iron bars that gated off the princess.
“L-Luke?” The pink haired girl rubbed her eyes, her sclera a distressing red.
“No! I’m-“ She stopped dead, only now realizing that she shot herself in the foot again. “I’m Lucy.”
“Lucy? Luke, I can tell it’s you.”
“I don’t know who this Luke is, but-“
“You betray me!” The princess flew into a rage, jumping up and grabbing the bars as if she were about to tear them off. “You lied to me! You’re still lying to me! When my mom finds out, she’s going to kill you!”
Petrified by the rapid change in attitude, the girl slowly backed away, leaving Elizabeth to continue her tirade.
“We were never friends, were we?! I hope you rot in hell!”
Those last words stung, but not enough for the girl to keep retreating down the stairs, stopping at the next floor once she was out of earshot of the kidnapped girl. Trying her best to block out Elizabeth’s painful words, the girl’s gaze stopped on large double doors.
From behind the doors, she heard several voices clattering and howling. The entrance was cracked just enough for her to peer into the room, but the room itself was pitch black. All that was visible were golden orbs flickering in the dark; once they stopped moving she could see that they sets of eyes.
“I can’t just walk in. Maybe I should just-“ The girl had recalled her life thus far, how she struggled to fit in. “No, I came too far to chicken out. I just need to say hi, introduce myself. But I need a name. Wait…”
Cautiously shuffling her way into the dark, a sense of dread washed over the girl as all the golden lights stopped moving before turning their gaze on her.
“H-hello, I’m new here. My name is Lucy.”