Bellonita felt her statuate prison melt away from her
. "Wha--", she held her head feeling the cold crisp wind wisp by her nude skin. "
Where am I?" she thought to herself trying to stand
."How long was I trapped?" She looked down what seemed like an alley and saw an open window in the building next to her.
"Well I can't stay out here like this." she thought looking down at her bare skin. Crawling through the window, falling through it was a better word for it, she landed in a strange shop.
"What an interesting time this is." she pondered as she looked over the items in the shop. Her legs felt like jelly, she felt so weak. "
Wait." she thought and whipped her head around
,"Whats that smell?" It tingled her nose, she suddenly realized she was starving. The smell was faint but her senses were evoloved. She went up some stairs and through a door to another strange looking room. It had a giant metal box, and when she opened the door it was freezing inside.
"How is this accomplised? They've seemed to hold the cold inside." she whispered into the darkness and opened and closed the door a few times simply amazed. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she grabbed a pack of roast beef sandwhich meat off the top shelf.
"A wise inventor must live here." she pulled at the plastic and ate the roast beef eagerly.
"Delicious." Opening back the box she grabbed a strange yellow drink that tasted like oranges.
Peeking into another room she found what seemed like a wash center, everything she touched made water.
"Look at this!" she thought excited picking up a long sleeve button down shirt.
"What makes it so soft!" Putting on the shirt, and taking a few tries she figured out how the buttons worked.
Looking into the last room her breath caught. There was a man laying on a bed.
"Was this the inventor?" Or maybe whoever freed her from her statute prison? Curious she quietly tip toed to the edge of the bed and sat down next to him
. "He seems to be in deep sleep." she watched him as he breathed easily. Laying down next to him carful to not wake him but she did make him stir. She froze the instant he started to move but squirmed closer to him for warmth hanging on to his arm. Slowly as the darkness took her and she fell asleep as well.
She had a dream, a dream of her past of how she was forced into the statuate by the sorceor in order to save her kingdom. One of the goddess's had to do it, and being the goddess of light she thought it was fit that she should be the one.
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