The last memory I can recall of having was of me looking down and noticing my old notebook from when I was five, the pigments of fresh blood staining the crayon-made drawings irritated me so much I lost my balance and fell on a puddle of some else’s blood, at that moment my own body started failing due to the endless wounds that I’ve neglected and then I died. Or so I thought until I opened my eyes and found myself in the kingdom of Stella, the kingdom from the story I created as a child.
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The nature surrounding me is covered with an icy blanket and as a natural reaction, my body started shivering. As I began to rise and noticed my healed body, a cold breeze blew through leaving me with a strange but unsettling aftertaste which disappeared when I heard a voice.
“… The Executioner protect my life. Allow this follower to safely fulfill her plan and if I do something against your judgment I rightfully accept the punishment that I deserve.” The faint voice of an unknown woman was heard, it was like she was whispering into my ear with a tone so quiet yet so full of desperation and hope.
Another breeze came and pushed me down, burying my face into the snow as the unknown voice faded away. Unknown, but it wasn’t my first time hearing her. I've heard her faceless voice countless times, along with other ones, but why can I still hear them? I surely am not dead, I definitely can feel how the cold is numbing my fingers and facial muscles. For now, let’s just find shelter, the idea of me dying from hypothermia doesn’t seem too pleasant and it won’t answer my questions.
“I’m speechless, you somehow managed to surpass not only the illusion curtain but the barrier too, and wearing such light clothing.” A man approached my body, closing the distance between us and unsheathing his sword before continuing to talk. “I’m uncertain if you choose this attire to hurt my honor, but regardless of that you should speak before I judge you accordingly.”
That voice. It sounds deeper but I remember the owner.
“It has been… a while, Evan,” I turned to face him, to visually confirm that it was him and it was.
“Wait, Alejandro?”
“I’m as real as you wanted me to be."
ns 15.158.61.48da2Notes for this draft: He's 15 years old and his tone is very mature. I wanted him to be more expressing, like his feeling after seeing the kingdom, is the view familia to him or he forgot? I wanted to fix the abrupt pacing and add more of the relationship between Alejandro & Evan.
