When Lucas left the room and closed the door behind him, she heard the door click. Belle quickly scattered away from her bed and went to stand in front of the bathroom mirror to see her lips and the color of the face looked as if she was standing out in the snow for hours.
Her hand reached up to touch the skin on her face. The mirror threw her reflection back at her and she saw the way her dried-up face was bringing back the color as if blood was finally flowing in her veins and throughout her entire body. Like it was making her alive.
She wondered what she had seen and where she was. This, where she was right now was real but then what was that? Stepping out, she went to pull out the parchment and ink to sit at the table. She drew what she had seen. A rough diagram to depict the creature she had come to stand face to face. The dark hooded cloaked creature that spoke to her. About her soul and it made her worried.
