Life asked death, "Why do people like me and hate you?"

Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth."

-unknown

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

Note: The story will be from the First Person's Perspective from this chapter onwards. The previous chapters will be changed too, during editing.

I opened my mouth to scream, only for the sound to be muffled by a calloused hand.

I kicked my legs out furiously, while still holding on tightly to the baby, who was not making the situation any easier.

An arm wrapped around my waist and held me tightly to its body. The person sushed me gently. "Quiet, do you want to be killed?" I made a sound in protest. The baby was surprisingly silent. I shook it gently just to check if it was still alive. The baby squirmed.

You always have to be cautious.

Just as I quieted down, I heard multiple heavy footsteps passing by. One one them paused right outside the room they were in. "Tain, I pretty sure I heard something in 'ere", a humorously high pitched voice said.

I heard another more deeper voice, but it still had the same shrill tone of its partner. "I doubt it. I suppose it's the mice seeing as you're so close to the floor.

"Ye callin' me short, mate?", the other man said.

"Nah, even that would be considered as tall compared to you."

I heard shuffling footsteps and a dull clanging sound of metal.

I heard the man with the slightly deeper voice yell out an outrageously fake 'ow'. "You know "mate", beating me with your puny wooden stick when I have battle armour on, does me no harm. No offence, but the most harm it would cause would be to you. Come on, let me see your hands, I bet they're hurt."

Silence.

I heard a bit more shuffling before the blatantly obvious sound of smooching could be heard. Grimacing at the sound, I struggled a bit more before realising my efforts were futile as the arms tightened around me a bit more.

Finally hearing the guard's fading footsteps I turned around to see familiar dark hair. "Elex!?!" My gaze traveled to the bloody baby in between us. My heart lurched as I desperately tried to explain. "I swear, Elex, this is not what it looks like. I-I promise, r-really..."

Rough hands covered my mouth.

Elex leaned down until his lips made contact with my ears. "I do not think this is appropriate for a marrie..." I was interrupted once again by a pinch which made me yelp and glare at the guilty.

He spoke, "Do not fret so, Lady Zephira, I know. Take care of the baby for me, please. You must be confused, but there is not time for explanations. Run, get away. Keep running down the corridor until you see a large door at the end of it. You will know what to do." He smiled down at me sadly, and pushed me towards the door.

Just as I walked through the door, he called out to me and said, "Phira, please. Name her Eleanor." I nodded without looking back and ran with all my strength down the corridor. Not once did I look back.

My mind couldn't help but grow in doubtfulness after a while of running and still not seeing "the door".

How long is this corridor!!?

Plus, Eleanor started fidgeting again. She was NOT making this any easier.

When my thighs started burning and my lungs felt like collapsing in on themselves, I almost gave up, until I saw "the door" at the end of the corridor.

It was not as special as Elex hinted it was though. It looked just like all the other doors in the agency. Big, brown and ugly. It's sides were worn, and most of the paint had chipped off. The gold plated door knob looked almost ready to give up.

Despite the bad first impression of the room, I cautiously approached the door and gently placed my hand on the door knob being careful as to not knock it off.

Deep breath in.

Release.

I turned the knob and entered the dingy room. Almost instantly, a rotten, putrid smell assaulted my poor defenceless nose. I tightened my one hand hold on Eleanor and pinched my nose closed with the other.

The inside of the room wasn't as bad as the door. The only source of light, was a small beam of sunlight filtering through a small hole in the ceiling. For once in my life, I was grateful for my enhanced eyesight. Eleanor did not like the sudden darkness though, as her tiny face scrunched up, and she started wailing like there was no tomorrow.

Despite the irritating sound, my heart clenched as I saw her adorable face turn a violent red. I ordered my fingers to stop guarding my nose, and gently balanced her on both of my hands.

Rocking her back and forth did not prove to be effective, as her crying just got louder.

At this point, I was worried someone would figure out where we were standing.

So, I tried out Plan B. Using both hands to grip her under her arms, I lifted her a bit higher and placed my left hand on her head and my right hand on her naked bottom. I felt her body heat going down almost immediately, which indicated her growing calmness.

Making soft cooing noises, I gently bounced her as if she was my own child. In response, I heard the most adorable baby noises. A few minutes later, Eleanor became suspiciously quiet.

I turned my heard slowly, as not to disturb her, and found her nose scrunched up, and her eyes shut tightly. My brain immediately went into panic mode, as she did not look like she was crying either.

Just as I was about to shift her so that she faced me, I felt her bottom clench against my right hand.

That was weird. Do babies usually do that?

By the time my stupid brain realized what it meant, my right hand was covered in the most disgusting looking, road kill smelling poo, which could be compared to the miniature version of a nuclear bomb.

I must have stared at it for a solid two minutes, alternating between looking at my hand, and at Eleanor's satisfied looking face.

BANG!

The sound of a door slamming shut and opening violently reminded me of the main problem at hand.

Holding back a shudder, I wiped my hand over my dress, and secured my hold over Eleanor once more, and looked around the room frantically.

I did not understand what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to find a secret file that would be the solution to all my answers? Or a lost magical key that would open a door to another realm?

I heard sounds that sounded suspiciously like gun shots.I willed my heart to calm down. Not that it would listen anyway.

Panicking won't help anything.

Stopping for a second, I felt a strange pull from the center of my chest to a corner of the room. I noticed the sharp gleam of metal in light, and dragged my seemingly dead feet in the direction needed.

As lame as it sounds, right then, I felt like a pirate. Where my feet were the compass, the floor the sea, and the mystery object was the long lost island, or treasure.

Unable to wait any longer, I faced the huge object which was covered in what looked like old curtains, and pulled the fabric right off.

A cloud of dust rained upon me and Eleanor, causing me to start couching uncontrollably.

Dust allergies so do not help.

Placing my hand over Eleanor's mouth and nose to protect her from the dust, I took in the huge object.

It was wide, and metallic. It's silver frame seemed to the curled beautifully towards the inside, just like a ring hold a gem. It was as if it were holding something of great importance.

In conclusion, the object was so beautiful, that it painfully stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the room's dusty environment.

Now that I had found the object, I had to figure out how to "activate" it. I tried everything, and I mean everything to switch it on. From making weird hand symbols that I hoped would work, to even saying "Open Sesame". Since, I wasn't a very patient person either, I got mad pretty soon, and started cursing at the mirror while flailing my one free arm around.

Much to my surprise, the inside of the frame began filling with what looked like a gigantic soap bubble, but it had a reflecting mirror like surface. Without over thinking the situation and freaking out, I tentatively stepped into the bubble, instantly getting sucked in, just as the door burst open.

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I have decided to change the perspective to First Person Perspective, as I find it quite hard to write in the Third Person's POV. I apologize in advance, to those of you who liked it in the Third Person's POV. The other chapters will be edited, to the First Person's POV, as soon as possible, excluding the prologue.

On another note, never shall I ever underestimate an author again. It is seriously hard to juggle updating, and your life at once. Not that I don't like updating, it's just hard to find time. XD
Hats off to those authors who magically manage to update their book every day!! Or even every week!

My phone seems to hate me too. It takes auto correct to the next level by changing the correct spelling, into a wrong one.

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