If I had known that sleeping with a blanket over my head is going to ask weird ass people to kidnap me, I would not have done it. But here I am, strapped on a table in a dark room while someone messes around with some metal sound. My head is strapped so I cannot see much, and I also don’t want them to know that I am awake. I can’t see much around the room any way, like seriously how do they see in this darkness? It’s like a deep darkness with no light around, only the white clothes that they wear makes any shape of them even being here. No sound other than some metal clingily, that I think are surgeons knifes. Preparations for dissection or something? Or are they cleaning the tools now? I sure hope is the last.

I am calm, for someone strapped to a table with some weird ass weirdo doing thins that I can’t feel and don’t want to know. Huh, I must be on a lot of drugs if my skin barely feels anything. Not that I am complaining. I would not have wanted to feel what the hell they are doing any way. Why am I even strapped? It’s not like I would have fought back if they had any guns, or knifes, or syringes, you get the point.

Ah, I am talking to myself again, I am slowly going crazy huh. Eh, at least I have my imaginary crowd. You know I always wanted to play the violin on a huge stage, watching how people enjoy my music, loosing themselves in it. It has been my dream, but sadly dreams are far away from reality. A broken finger there, a messed-up arm here, boy they sure did a number on me. What happened? Well, it all started when I-

My thought is interrupted when the door flings with a bang and I open my eyes because of the sound, surprising me, the light tear through the dark room. I could not see who is at the door because it right behind me. People in armor, I think. By the sound of it and-

“ELFRIEDE HEINRICH! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST BY THE ORDER OF THE KING OF SCYTHIA! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND DO NOT RESIST!”

Damn you are loud, and what in the name of all that is holy do you mean kingdom? King? The only kingdom that still exist would be-

“Arrest? ARREST? I AM DOING GODS WORK YOU NON BELIVERS!  ALL I NEED NOW IS ANOTHER CREATURE AND I WOULD CREATE THE PERFECT BEING THAT EVER EXISTED!”

Are all people around here deaf or something? Why do you have to scream woman? No wonder I got creepy weirdo vibes from her. A fanatic huh. Didn’t know these kinds of people still existed and I guess the woman was not referring me when she meant creature. Or was she? Hopefully I am not some creature, no tails for me please. Or wait, that would be awesome now that I think about it. Do I have a tail? Now I want a tail great.

There is some sound of fighting with some bright lights going on behind me, what the hell are they using? What type of firearm lights up like that with such a low sound? Screaming can be heard around the room from the people in the door as the woman in question springs up in front of me with a bright creepy smile. I don’t think she noticed that my eyes are open as she plunges something in my chest based on her hand movement. Then she does something unexpected, she starts to say something in low voice, but I can’t figure out what. Weird ass fanatic with her ancient words. Can I have a dictionary please? Or rather don’t, I don’t want to know what you are doing.

A solider, I guess, in full white plated armor with a helmet and all, like the ones you see in medieval movies, we have a cosplayer in here, with a sword? I think, it is kind of curved, no idea if it is a sword or not, or a real one. He threatens the fanatic by moving the sword towards her neck, even so she remains unmoving still saying something in a low voice.

“STOP!”

His loud words fall on deaf ears as she simply takes a short stick with a crystal on top and just flings it towards the solider who in turn just plunge in the wall creating a shape around him and shattering the sticky crystal in the process and maybe killing him? It does make a loud noise and a huge bang; maybe internal wounds would kill him if the impact didn’t. It’s a good movie promise not going to lie. And now the villain finishes the ritual, and a monster is born, or in this case a creature, going by the fanatic.

She finishes and her eyes start to fluctuate with color, green and some purple. Making eye contact with her, her eyes enlarge like she is seeing a miracle or something. The next thing that happens surprises me, a sword just gets thrusted through her chest and makes her throw up blood afterwards. Still maintaining eye contact I can see the strange lights in her eyes die down and the light of a human life that you would see in anyone alive slowly crawling out of her body. She is dying huh. I wonder what she was trying to accomplish by this charade.

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The lifeless body is falling with the sword still stuck in her chest leaving the knight in armor to be seen by my eyes. A woman, white haired with some golden strips here and there in her heair. Her eyes are what attracted me the most. A golden shade with icy blue droplets, fluctuating just like the fanatic woman’s eyes, like a sun in an ocean, tearing into water and quenching the sun’s thirst. I have never seen any eyes like hers. It’s… it’s…

“Beautiful.”

“Beautiful.”

Huh? Was that my voice or hers? Did I just say that out loud? How? I couldn’t speak until now. Can I speak now? Let me try that again.

“I can speak?”

My voice sounds deep, far deeper than mine used to be but at least it is still female. I am still female right? The sound of a sword being removed from flesh makes me look again at the knight in shiny armor, making eye contact again. For a moment that felt like an eternity we stay like that, stuck watching each other.

“Captain!”

A male voice brings us both back from whatever that was, he kneels, I think, on the ground before the woman, now nicknamed captain. She switches her sight from me to the kneeling solider and sheaths her sword back in the scabbard. Do you not clean the blood woman? That blood would for sure make a mess out of your sword in that scabbard.

“Report!”

“We have thirty dead, ten wounded badly and seven unconscious. Your orders captain?”

The captain stays silent for a few seconds, passing some sight around the room and then locking her eyes again on me.

“Treat the injuries and burn the bodies, we don’t want any walkers. Bring me the head mage of the seven battalion.”

“Yes!”

In a hurry the soldier springs back up and starts to walk out of the room in a hurry to deliver her orders. Glancing my eyes on the side, I can also see that two more soldiers are taking the one that was plunged in the wall, with some difficulty. He must be heavy. A cough attracts my attention back to the captain and these beautiful eyes of her that now has lost the glow and are simply an icy blue, how pellicular.

“If you can speak then you can answer questions. We should probably wait until the head mage is here but until then you can answer basic question for me, can you do that?”

Basic question? What, I go from a being strapped to a chair or whatever this is to now an interrogation? Sheesh, what a day. Not like I have any choice in the matter. So, I simply give her a blank stare as I can’t move my head at all. I wander what she expected of me when I AM STRAPPED TO A FUCKING CHAIR OR WHATEVER THIS IS! Staring at her, creepily, unblinking as apparently, I don’t need to blink, since I don’t feel the need to do it. I will win any staring competition, no doubt about that. The captain shifts uncomfortable under my gaze as I still watch her like a hawk.

“Can you speak?”

Breaking the silence of the room she comes close to my face, touching the side of my right cheek. Rude, at least date me before we try any bondage play woman.

“Cold. Are you even alive? How can your skin be so cold?”

Still refusing to answer her because of her rudeness I realized that I don’t feel the warmth of her hand or anything. Is the room supposed to be cold? Hot? Why can’t I feel anything? The hard steps of someone coming through the door can be heard as her hand leaves my cheek.

“I have bought the head mage captain.”

“Good, thank you Gerald. You can take your leave.”

“Yes!”

The apparent mage comes in my vision and is another woman, with a hood covering her hair and face with the robes color blue in nature, maybe a water mage? Or an ice mage? Just like in the games I used to play. Hmm, this cosplay bunch are having a party huh. And they didn’t invite me at all.

“You asked for me Captain?”

Blue robe does a simple bow, in curtesy. Maybe she is in a lower part of the hierarchy?

“What do you make of her?”

Pointing at me the mage comes closer to me and takes my right hand in hers, I guess? I can make somewhat of a feeling that my hand is being moved but not the touch or the warmth. Weird.

“No pulse, meaning no heart. There is a lot of mana inside her so that would mean that she is alive or at least what inhabits the doll is. A living soul in a lifeless body. What have they done to you?”

Her gaze is fluctuating in blue and black. So, I don’t have a heart… How the hell am I alive then? And doll? I am a doll now? An object?

“How is that possible? I heard her talk so she can. But how and why would the purple mages do something like this?”

“Unfortunately, I have yet to know their reason captain but maybe she holds the answers to some of our questions. Do you know why you are here?”

Her hands never left mine and I am starting to get annoyed by this point. I guess I have to speak to them don’t I. What a pain.

“Had I known why I am here I would have done something about it would I have not?”

My voice frightens both of them because of the unexpected broken silence and maybe my voice. It does sound cold, unfeeling.

“My mind was not playing tricks on me; I did hear you.”

“Had you not touched me without consent I would have spoken more but you did, just like this one is doing right now.”

“Ah. My apologies.”

Blues hands left mine as the weird feeling stops coming form my hand. Will I feel that every time I move, or someone moves me? Can I get out of here or not?

“Would you both be so kind as to remove the restrains that I have?”

Taken aback by what I said the look at each other and do something that I never expected to see in real life, talking telepathically or something like that. They move their hands and heads in ways that I can’t describe or decipher for that matter as I lye here waiting for an answer.

What a long day this will be.