Oh! If I get to choose my room number, I'll give Lyra room 4. By the way... should I make up a coach of my own, or will you "assign" one to me? And, in the latter case, will I be the one writing for the coach anyway?
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Lyra sighed with relief as her new friend - whose name she doubted she could pronounce - placed her in a wheelchair. Her arms burned from the exertion of holding on while she was being carried. As she settled herself in her seat, she couldn't help but feel a little pathetic. This was the first time in a while that anyone new was introduced to her disability - it was embarrassing how little she could do on her own. Shame gnawed at her as the two of them advanced through the hallways, encountering others around the same age as they passed. At first, she thought all of them were staring at her - until she realized that they were far more interested in Stasya's scales. Relaxing a little, she mentally thanked the girl for drawing the attention away from her.
Once they entered the auditorium, Stasya pushed her to the side and then sat down next to her. Lyra blushed as her companion covered her exposed back, reminding Lyra that she, too, was wearing a hospital gown - and she didn't have the strength to cover herself up. She shifted her bare feet so that one was resting upon the other atop the wheelchair's footrest, her legs tangled together like a pretzel. The others around them seemed confused, like they, too, were new here. Hopefully, the foreignness of the situation would keep their eyes from her.
After a short while, two adults - a woman and a man - entered the room, and the woman began speaking. Lyra's heart twisted as she struggled to digest her words. They had powers, and they had been kidnapped? Was this some manner of sick joke being played on kids with strange diseases? Lyra had no powers; only extra weaknesses. And, though Stasy's scales could be interpreted as some kind of transformation, surely they were better explained as some sort of skin condition. She clenched her fists, anger mounting as the woman kept speaking and speaking. She bit her lip, hard, when they were asked whether they had any questions. Surely it was best to hold her silence. If one thing about what they were saying was likely to be true, it was that they had been kidnapped; Mother and Father would have never left Lyra with people like this. She exchanged a glance with her friend, wondering if anyone would speak up. Honestly, she hoped someone would give her the satisfaction of telling the miserable woman off. She just dared not face the consequences herself...
Once they entered the auditorium, Stasya pushed her to the side and then sat down next to her. Lyra blushed as her companion covered her exposed back, reminding Lyra that she, too, was wearing a hospital gown - and she didn't have the strength to cover herself up. She shifted her bare feet so that one was resting upon the other atop the wheelchair's footrest, her legs tangled together like a pretzel. The others around them seemed confused, like they, too, were new here. Hopefully, the foreignness of the situation would keep their eyes from her.
After a short while, two adults - a woman and a man - entered the room, and the woman began speaking. Lyra's heart twisted as she struggled to digest her words. They had powers, and they had been kidnapped? Was this some manner of sick joke being played on kids with strange diseases? Lyra had no powers; only extra weaknesses. And, though Stasy's scales could be interpreted as some kind of transformation, surely they were better explained as some sort of skin condition. She clenched her fists, anger mounting as the woman kept speaking and speaking. She bit her lip, hard, when they were asked whether they had any questions. Surely it was best to hold her silence. If one thing about what they were saying was likely to be true, it was that they had been kidnapped; Mother and Father would have never left Lyra with people like this. She exchanged a glance with her friend, wondering if anyone would speak up. Honestly, she hoped someone would give her the satisfaction of telling the miserable woman off. She just dared not face the consequences herself...
Lyra nodded furiously as the girl made her gestures. She rocked her arms back and forth, as if cradling a baby, then placed her hands together as if in prayer and batted her eyes at her strange companion. Her mother had always warned her not to act needy and helpless, that her family was better than that, but what choice did Lyra have? Without someone to carry her, she was stuck, and she would never figure out where she had been brought and why.
She paused as the intercom piped up again, saying something about translation to Russian - was that the language this strange girl was speaking?
"Wheelchairs!" she said as the intercom stated that there were some positioned outside. She looked at the girl and moved her hands back and forth on either of her sides, as if rolling the wheels of such a device. "I could really, really use one - that way, you won't have to carry me!" she said. Of course, the lizard girl would have to push her instead - Lyra had never been able to move herself while in a wheelchair. But surely that was easier!
Her eyes widened as she realized she'd forgotten her manners. She pointed to herself as hastily as he sickly body would allow and said, "Lyra." Then, she turned her finger to the other girl and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. It was of the utmost importance that a lady of her disabilities be polite to those who helped them, for should they change their minds, she would be stranded and alone.
She paused as the intercom piped up again, saying something about translation to Russian - was that the language this strange girl was speaking?
"Wheelchairs!" she said as the intercom stated that there were some positioned outside. She looked at the girl and moved her hands back and forth on either of her sides, as if rolling the wheels of such a device. "I could really, really use one - that way, you won't have to carry me!" she said. Of course, the lizard girl would have to push her instead - Lyra had never been able to move herself while in a wheelchair. But surely that was easier!
Her eyes widened as she realized she'd forgotten her manners. She pointed to herself as hastily as he sickly body would allow and said, "Lyra." Then, she turned her finger to the other girl and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. It was of the utmost importance that a lady of her disabilities be polite to those who helped them, for should they change their minds, she would be stranded and alone.
Before Abby could regain her bearings, Cam threw herself onto her in a tight hug. Abby allowed herself a small smile in return, though the memory of the pain lingered, almost as brutal as the sensation itself. She wrapped her arms around the little girl. Somehow, she felt like a little sister, though they hadn't known each other for very long.
"I'm glad you made it through," she said quietly. "I almost didn't." She bit her lip, immediately regretting the comment. Despite everything she had seen in that room, talking about her weaknesses still made her nervous.
Once she felt steady enough, Abby stood, glancing nervously at her companions. The blond boy held up a note, which she read quickly. "Hello, Andy," she said, not bothering to introduce herself since Cam had loudly proclaimed her name when she arrived on this side of the fire pit. His case was an interesting one... apparently, this bizarre place removed even ailments and injuries that were present prior to arrival.
As the man who introduced himself Ricardo approached the door, Abby took a little step back and chewed on her lip. It had been only a few minutes since they had crossed that awful pit, and already, he wanted to advance to the next trial. Abby glanced fearfully from back and forth between the other two men. Courage was not one of her virtues. Better someone else go first, so they could help her through. Her cheeks burned at the thought. Even now, she was weak...
"I'm glad you made it through," she said quietly. "I almost didn't." She bit her lip, immediately regretting the comment. Despite everything she had seen in that room, talking about her weaknesses still made her nervous.
Once she felt steady enough, Abby stood, glancing nervously at her companions. The blond boy held up a note, which she read quickly. "Hello, Andy," she said, not bothering to introduce herself since Cam had loudly proclaimed her name when she arrived on this side of the fire pit. His case was an interesting one... apparently, this bizarre place removed even ailments and injuries that were present prior to arrival.
As the man who introduced himself Ricardo approached the door, Abby took a little step back and chewed on her lip. It had been only a few minutes since they had crossed that awful pit, and already, he wanted to advance to the next trial. Abby glanced fearfully from back and forth between the other two men. Courage was not one of her virtues. Better someone else go first, so they could help her through. Her cheeks burned at the thought. Even now, she was weak...
@Thundercrash
Lyra struggled to put more distance between herself and the Reptilian, but her limbs would barely move. However, after a short while, she realized the creature's behavior was rather strange for a man-eating monster. She knelt by the door and said the same thing, over and over, in some lizard language Lyra didn't understand. What was clear was that she was upset - perhaps because she'd been expecting her meal not to be so meager. But why did she look like she was surrendering?
Lyra opened her mouth to urge her visitor to demand someone better to eat, but froze before the words came out. Slowly but surely, the Reptilian's scales were retracting, and skin was taking its place. Lyra's tears stopped as she gaped. Was this girl a were-Reptilian? She had never heard of such a thing before! Yet, as she watched, almost all of the scales disappeared.
Lyra hesitated. "Are you not going to eat me?" she asked. Before she knew what she was doing, she crawled a few inches forward - and fell, her chin landing on the mattress. Perhaps this girl just had some weird condition. "Get help, please!" said Lyra, "I can't really move on my own..." There was no sign of comprehension in the girl's eyes. Did she not speak English?
Desperate to convey her message anyway, Lyra pointed to her legs, then to herself, and shook her head. "I'm really hungry," she said, holding her hand and moving her mouth as if eating a piece of pizza. "If I eat, I may regain a little of my strength, and maybe I'll be able to walk... please, get me something!"
Before she could think of the gestures to convey the last part of her message, Lyra was interrupted by what sounded like a woman talking over an intercom. Apparently, they were in some sort of facility, and were being asked to travel to an auditorium. Lyra looked around helplessly. She couldn't walk on her own, and no one had come to help her. How was she supposed to go anywhere?
Lyra struggled to put more distance between herself and the Reptilian, but her limbs would barely move. However, after a short while, she realized the creature's behavior was rather strange for a man-eating monster. She knelt by the door and said the same thing, over and over, in some lizard language Lyra didn't understand. What was clear was that she was upset - perhaps because she'd been expecting her meal not to be so meager. But why did she look like she was surrendering?
Lyra opened her mouth to urge her visitor to demand someone better to eat, but froze before the words came out. Slowly but surely, the Reptilian's scales were retracting, and skin was taking its place. Lyra's tears stopped as she gaped. Was this girl a were-Reptilian? She had never heard of such a thing before! Yet, as she watched, almost all of the scales disappeared.
Lyra hesitated. "Are you not going to eat me?" she asked. Before she knew what she was doing, she crawled a few inches forward - and fell, her chin landing on the mattress. Perhaps this girl just had some weird condition. "Get help, please!" said Lyra, "I can't really move on my own..." There was no sign of comprehension in the girl's eyes. Did she not speak English?
Desperate to convey her message anyway, Lyra pointed to her legs, then to herself, and shook her head. "I'm really hungry," she said, holding her hand and moving her mouth as if eating a piece of pizza. "If I eat, I may regain a little of my strength, and maybe I'll be able to walk... please, get me something!"
Before she could think of the gestures to convey the last part of her message, Lyra was interrupted by what sounded like a woman talking over an intercom. Apparently, they were in some sort of facility, and were being asked to travel to an auditorium. Lyra looked around helplessly. She couldn't walk on her own, and no one had come to help her. How was she supposed to go anywhere?
@Thundercrash
For what felt like an eternity, Lyra sat alone on her bed, cringing at the light coming from that stupid lamp. Despite her weak cries, no one entered her room. However, she heard muffled voices, young voice, coming from not too far away. The people speaking couldn't have been much older than she was. Perhaps her parents had taken her to some kind of hospital for children, so she might make some friends despite her condition. She bit her lip, holding her arms around herself nervously. They were always trying to get her to be social... but it just didn't come to her very easily...
She jumped slightly as the door to her room suddenly opened - and her surprise quickly turned to horror. Her visitor wasn't a person, but a big lizard wearing a nightgown. Frantically, Lyra backed farther onto her bed, mustering all the strength she could. "Help! Someone, help me, please!" she cried. What was a monster doing in a hospital? Father had always liked to joke about Reptilians, but she had always assumed he was only kidding - yet now one of them was in her room!
Her weakness quickly got the better of her, and she laid half-upright in the middle of her bed, staring fearfully at the creature. Reptilians were supposed to be half human... perhaps she could bargain with it!
"Please," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Don't hurt me. My parents are rich - they'll reward you for my safe return! It would be silly not to take advantage of that... I'm small, and thin, and not very good for eating..."
For what felt like an eternity, Lyra sat alone on her bed, cringing at the light coming from that stupid lamp. Despite her weak cries, no one entered her room. However, she heard muffled voices, young voice, coming from not too far away. The people speaking couldn't have been much older than she was. Perhaps her parents had taken her to some kind of hospital for children, so she might make some friends despite her condition. She bit her lip, holding her arms around herself nervously. They were always trying to get her to be social... but it just didn't come to her very easily...
She jumped slightly as the door to her room suddenly opened - and her surprise quickly turned to horror. Her visitor wasn't a person, but a big lizard wearing a nightgown. Frantically, Lyra backed farther onto her bed, mustering all the strength she could. "Help! Someone, help me, please!" she cried. What was a monster doing in a hospital? Father had always liked to joke about Reptilians, but she had always assumed he was only kidding - yet now one of them was in her room!
Her weakness quickly got the better of her, and she laid half-upright in the middle of her bed, staring fearfully at the creature. Reptilians were supposed to be half human... perhaps she could bargain with it!
"Please," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Don't hurt me. My parents are rich - they'll reward you for my safe return! It would be silly not to take advantage of that... I'm small, and thin, and not very good for eating..."
Okay! Have fuuun!
Before she could stop to think, Fyaira found herself following the man - Aleksander, according to the other mercenary - with a blush lingering on her cheeks. As she wove through the crowd, eyes downcast, she chewed her lip nervously, a bit surprised by herself. Though she did find it distasteful to be using the services of a man who commanded a lower wage, she just couldn't stand to linger in that awful place any longer. But perhaps working with Aleksander would offer some advantage. Her pursuers would not expect her to employ such a mercenary.
"How dare you imply I would share your - " she began, but her words trailed off as she realized what the oafs outside the tavern were singing about. Her cheeks grew pale, and her hands balled into fists. "Kill them!" she hissed, fully aware that what she asked was not only unreasonable, but foolish. Murders would be investigated, and if the rebels realized she was involved, her execution would be all the harsher. But those louts were mocking Father! Though the king had always been a distant parent with high expectations, on the uncommon occasions when they did speak, she could see it in his eyes - he loved her, and for that, she loved him back. For these men not only to kill him, but to make light of his death... it was horrific.
Her hand was wrapped around the hilt of the dagger concealed within her cloak. It was improper, unladylike to start a fight, and without the element of surprise, she would likely lose. But if Aleksander wouldn't do it for her, she would have no choice...
She glanced at him pleadingly, and immediately looked away. She was a princess. If she resorted to begging, she would undermine everything her father had ever taught her...
"How dare you imply I would share your - " she began, but her words trailed off as she realized what the oafs outside the tavern were singing about. Her cheeks grew pale, and her hands balled into fists. "Kill them!" she hissed, fully aware that what she asked was not only unreasonable, but foolish. Murders would be investigated, and if the rebels realized she was involved, her execution would be all the harsher. But those louts were mocking Father! Though the king had always been a distant parent with high expectations, on the uncommon occasions when they did speak, she could see it in his eyes - he loved her, and for that, she loved him back. For these men not only to kill him, but to make light of his death... it was horrific.
Her hand was wrapped around the hilt of the dagger concealed within her cloak. It was improper, unladylike to start a fight, and without the element of surprise, she would likely lose. But if Aleksander wouldn't do it for her, she would have no choice...
She glanced at him pleadingly, and immediately looked away. She was a princess. If she resorted to begging, she would undermine everything her father had ever taught her...
Light... why was there light?
Lyra was squinting toward the lamp in the corner of the room. Something was wrong. Before going to bed, she had turned off all the lights in her room, yet it wasn't the luminescence that seemed unusual to her. It wouldn't be the first time a careless server had left one on despite her express instructions not to do so. No, the problem was that the lamp was of an odd, long style, unlike any her family owned. She wasn't in her room.
She braced her arms against the bed, trying to prop herself up to get a better look, but she couldn't move... not one bit. The pounding of her heart quickened. Even in a sunny field, she was rarely this weak, and her illness had not proven to be the sort riddled with intermittent attacks so far... yet, clearly, she was in a hospital. How long had she been asleep? Usually, when she woke, she would be greeted by someone - a doctor, nurse, or servant, if not her parents. Yet she was all alone, in a room not like her former ones in Brimford Private Hospital. Had she fallen into a coma of some sort?
For a long time, she laid helpless in her bed, unable to even cry out for help. It was only after what seemed like hours that she was able to prop herself up into a sitting position. In her especially weakened state, the task was challenging, and by the time she was upright and the dizziness had faded, her cheeks were warm and her breaths shallow from exertion. On the far side of the room, a mirror hung on the wall. Lyra sighed in relief when she saw that her face hadn't changed. If she had been in a coma, it hadn't been a long one.
There was no wheelchair to be found anywhere in the room. That was odd. Most days, she used one to move around at home or at school. She supposed the doctors wanted her to stay where she was until they could treat her.
"I-I'm awake," she called weakly, "Someone come help me, please..." She moved the blankets off the bed to find herself clothed in the same white nightgown she'd worn to sleep on the last night she could remember. Why hadn't they changed her? This was a hospital, wasn't it...?
She sat up a bit straighter as the door clicked, opening a crack. Then, nothing happened.
She nudged herself toward the edge of the bed, setting her bare feet atop the soft, carpeted floor. Hesitantly, she began to stand - then fell backward onto the bed. The door still hadn't moved again.
"Hello? Someone, help me, please!" she yelled, her voice a bit louder this time. "I can't get up on my own..."
Lyra was squinting toward the lamp in the corner of the room. Something was wrong. Before going to bed, she had turned off all the lights in her room, yet it wasn't the luminescence that seemed unusual to her. It wouldn't be the first time a careless server had left one on despite her express instructions not to do so. No, the problem was that the lamp was of an odd, long style, unlike any her family owned. She wasn't in her room.
She braced her arms against the bed, trying to prop herself up to get a better look, but she couldn't move... not one bit. The pounding of her heart quickened. Even in a sunny field, she was rarely this weak, and her illness had not proven to be the sort riddled with intermittent attacks so far... yet, clearly, she was in a hospital. How long had she been asleep? Usually, when she woke, she would be greeted by someone - a doctor, nurse, or servant, if not her parents. Yet she was all alone, in a room not like her former ones in Brimford Private Hospital. Had she fallen into a coma of some sort?
For a long time, she laid helpless in her bed, unable to even cry out for help. It was only after what seemed like hours that she was able to prop herself up into a sitting position. In her especially weakened state, the task was challenging, and by the time she was upright and the dizziness had faded, her cheeks were warm and her breaths shallow from exertion. On the far side of the room, a mirror hung on the wall. Lyra sighed in relief when she saw that her face hadn't changed. If she had been in a coma, it hadn't been a long one.
There was no wheelchair to be found anywhere in the room. That was odd. Most days, she used one to move around at home or at school. She supposed the doctors wanted her to stay where she was until they could treat her.
"I-I'm awake," she called weakly, "Someone come help me, please..." She moved the blankets off the bed to find herself clothed in the same white nightgown she'd worn to sleep on the last night she could remember. Why hadn't they changed her? This was a hospital, wasn't it...?
She sat up a bit straighter as the door clicked, opening a crack. Then, nothing happened.
She nudged herself toward the edge of the bed, setting her bare feet atop the soft, carpeted floor. Hesitantly, she began to stand - then fell backward onto the bed. The door still hadn't moved again.
"Hello? Someone, help me, please!" she yelled, her voice a bit louder this time. "I can't get up on my own..."
Abby's eyes widened as the men who had finished traversing the lava willingly grabbed some of the barbed wire to pull it out of her way. Moments later, a burly man appeared next to her and offered to clear the way. She nodded frantically, gritting her teeth against the pain. Tears were tugging at the corners of her eyes. She wasn't the sort to normally accept chivalry, but today, she would make an exception. She'd already been through enough.
She followed the large man, who kept most of the sharp edges from scraping her. Her arms suffered only a few gashes, which faded as she she progressed. She assumed it was the same healing power that kept the soles from being burned off her feet. Her stockings had been reduced to burning bands around her thighs. Quickly, to minimize the pain, she pulled off the rags and dropped them into the fire. Blisters formed on her hands from her contact with the heat.
Once she had reached the other side, she stumbled onto the ground, wiping at her eyes. The lot of them must have thought she was pathetic. "Thank you," she muttered, not wanting to also appear ungrateful. Though it hurt to admit, she was not fit to pass these trials, not on her own. If she had suffered the wounds some of the others had, she would have surely broken down in the middle of the lava.
Once her body had healed up, she rose, surprised that moving didn't hurt. Blood was splattered all over her now bare feet, and more of it formed vein-like lines along her arms. She sighed, eyeing the next door mistrustfully. The sinking feeling in her stomach told her that, whatever was next, it was sure to be even worse.
She followed the large man, who kept most of the sharp edges from scraping her. Her arms suffered only a few gashes, which faded as she she progressed. She assumed it was the same healing power that kept the soles from being burned off her feet. Her stockings had been reduced to burning bands around her thighs. Quickly, to minimize the pain, she pulled off the rags and dropped them into the fire. Blisters formed on her hands from her contact with the heat.
Once she had reached the other side, she stumbled onto the ground, wiping at her eyes. The lot of them must have thought she was pathetic. "Thank you," she muttered, not wanting to also appear ungrateful. Though it hurt to admit, she was not fit to pass these trials, not on her own. If she had suffered the wounds some of the others had, she would have surely broken down in the middle of the lava.
Once her body had healed up, she rose, surprised that moving didn't hurt. Blood was splattered all over her now bare feet, and more of it formed vein-like lines along her arms. She sighed, eyeing the next door mistrustfully. The sinking feeling in her stomach told her that, whatever was next, it was sure to be even worse.
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