FERN
My head hurts.
Blinking my eyes open, I inhale sharply as the scent of strong herbs fills the air. My vision is still a little blurry, but I find myself lying on a bed with thin linen thrown over me. I try to sit up until firm hands push my shoulders back.
"Not so fast, you need more rest first."
A voice like silk.
It's the same voice I heard moments before I succumbed to the darkness. My head swims briefly, causing me to groan.
Movements are made around me. I angle my head to peer at the person who tends to me.
A woman dressed in the purple robes of an Elder rummages around in a cupboard, fingers lingering over several vials of different colours before they pick out one that contains a brown-black liquid. She sharply turns around, sensing my gaze on her. Piercing green eyes meet my face, softening as they take in my dazed expression. She glides over, kneeling by my side as she holds the vial up in offering.
I eye the liquid suspiciously.
"What is it?"
She laughs, shaking the vial so that the liquid sloshes around.
"Nothing wicked I can assure you. I believe the mortals call it coca cola."
She pronounces the last two words slowly as if they were foreign. I take the vial from her, slightly amused at how it's kept in such a container.
"You mean coke?" I ask, undoing the stopper.
A smile lights up her regal features.
"Yes. The sugars in it will help you recover."
Realising my throat is dry and scratchy, I chug it down.
"Thank you." I say, mustering a small but grateful smile on my face.
The woman takes the vial and places it on a wooden stand that rests by my head. Glancing around the room, I'm almost amazed at the number of vials, jars, plants and seeds that sprawl across a wooden table that's fixed to the wall. Above it, several cupboards and shelves are stocked to the brim with different sized flasks and a few sticks of incense.
"Where am I?" I ask as my eyes roam around the room. It's not that big, the space somewhat reminding me of an office.
The walls are beige, looking to be made out of clay. The floor is a smooth polished wood, littered with a few specks of powders. It's much different than being in the temple.
I eyes widen as I remember it all.
Gods and Goddesses. What shouldn't be real is indeed, truth.
I shoot up so swiftly that the woman doesn't have time to protest. I look her in the eye, ignoring the way I feel an urge to bow my head.
Clear your mind, breathe. Focus.
An instruction that I'd obeyed all my life to work my ability drills over and over in my brain. I feel a strain beginning to creep back into my temples, beginning to flare up another painful headache.
My gaze burns into the green of her eyes. I wait for the rush of emotion, a rush of words in silk, for the world around me to manifest into her memories and thoughts.
It doesn't come.
My head is screaming for me to stop. Feeling the strain returning, I collapse back onto the pillows and release a groan of frustration and pain.
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Fantasy❝There once was a time where blessed humans carried gifts from the gods. But with such gifts came greed, power and envy, and with that came destruction.❞ Bearing unnatural abilities that defy the laws of science, Hazel, Fern and Ivy take any opport...
