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Chapter 1 -
Dark To Light, A Dream Or Not?
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Why did it always start out with a bright light when it goes dark?

Does always have to be a bright light when it ends?

Or maybe this loud white noise that rings in your ears?

It's always a blur trying to remember what happened after it goes dark then light, plus that loud ringing. It just hurts my head to think, but there was one thing I do remember.

That this room I'm laying in does not look like I should belong here........the arrangements or shall I say layout of the room is quite modest and slightly comforting. Maybe a home in a village that's in Medieval Ages? But......why?

The covers shuffle as you move to get up, but slight pain jabs in your head and you feel extremely confused now. The shirt on you was rather oversized since the sleeves fell down your arm as you felt wrappings on your head. Your body felt weird as well, like it wasn't suppose to be this age.

Wasn't I older or.....was I always this way?

It felt so weird and it all confused you more that it caused a slight panic to click in you. Where were you? You didn't know this place and you felt so out of place now. Without realizing, you got up and took a few heavy steps. It didn't help that the wooden floorboards were creaky.

Bigger and heavy footsteps were now coming toward your direction since the door to the room was closed, so you had no idea who was going to come through. Maybe they kidnapped you! Quickly, you picked up a random book that somehow appeared near you and you hid behind where the room door opens.

The door easily opened a crack, seeming like whoever was on the other was peaking in to check. It then opened more as stoic looking man stepped in and there was a height difference that made you intimidated by him, he seemed taller than you. With your dominant arm, you swung hard at his head.

"Ugh! What the?" He grunted softly and you took the opportunity to run out. "He needs to stop leaving his books everywhere." You heard him say.

Unfortunately you didn't get far when you're gently scooped up into warm arms.

"Now, now, Little Lady. You're going to irritate that wound." His voice sounded gruff, but soft and kind.

You're placed onto a wooden chair and the stoic looking guy kneels in front of you. His brown eyes full of kindness and a hint of stress. He smiled lightly, "Don't worry. You're safe here, I promise. My son is asleep, so please try to keep it low."

He looked familiar, but you didn't know him. Another painful thump came from your head and you held it, whimpering silently. The man sighs and picks you up before walking back to the room again. You're now in the bed as he pulls the covers over you, "Please get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow, Little Lady. Or after your head stops hurting."

You look up at him, slightly sleepy and he smiles softly. With a very gentle pat to your arm, he stands and leaves the room.

There was no way you were going to stop thinking, but maybe sleep was all you need. Though it did bug you that the man looked familiar. It was weird, just like everything around you, even you. The window beside you let in the moon's light and it comforted you because it was the only thing that didn't feel different.

At that, you closed your eyes and turned on your side while pulling the blanket close. Hopefully things would be settled tomorrow or hope you can remember how you got here. This whole thing isn't normal. Darkness is how it all started, it's how it always starts.

The next day held something new for the 11 year old who was kneeling beside the bed and eating bread. The big goggles hid his eyes as he examined you with interest and hummed in thought. He had questions for you, but his dad told him not to bother you until you felt better.

Only this once the boy listened and got up to head out of his dad's room. The reason he was in there was to get the book he left yesterday, the one you hit his dad with. The Tales of Flynnigan Rider.

"Fredrick, I know you want to save them, but there are consequences if you go through with this."

"Quirin, just do it. I can't bare to lose them both."

The blurred pillow came into focus when you opened your eyes from the dream, but the first voice that spoke sounded like the man from last night. With realization, turned over to lay on your back and rubbed your eyes. It still felt weird to be here. Suddenly, something started sizzling and a glass bottle fell from above, shattering on the floor.

You just stared at the mess in surprise and looked up to see a hole in the wooden ceiling,most likely the cause of the sizzling noise. The door opened and a panicked boy came in, slipping his goggles up on his head.

"Oooh no! Dad's going to kill me again!" His eyes move from the glass mess to you.

He looked very familiar. Those big sky blue eyes, freckled face, and the dark hair with that sky blue strand. Everything about him.... A pain pinched in your head so you held it, rubbing your temples softly.

"Now he's gonna end me." He slightly whispers and runs back out to come back with a broom and dust pan.

The glass clinked together as it was swept up and You couldn't help but stare at him. The deep concentration in his eyes while trying to get every piece of glass, even his movements. Eventually, you keep going back to his face and there was a word that rolled off your tongue. Not a word, but name without thinking.

"Varian?"

The sweeping stopped and the boy stared at you, furrowing his brows and chuckles nervously, "Do I know you?"

Before you could answer, someone stepped into the room and let out a sigh.