As Hydrancea woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun shining on my face yet she was immediately reminded of her situation.
"What a beautiful day," she thought to myself, "but what a bummer about the wheelchair." As she tried to get out of bed, she realized that the spare blueprint she had left there was nowhere to be found.
Panic set in as she started to wonder if someone had stolen it. But then, a glimmer of hope appeared as she ealized that if someone had taken it, maybe she could finally live in peace without all the pressure that comes with being and inventor.
After noticing , Mary being a little weird with her medicine she decided to dismiss Mary from the room.
And all that was left was her and her thoughts that were eating her up , As gazed outside into the rising sun , she could feel the eery beating of her heart , the echoes of her thoughts and her 'mother'.
It had been a few days since she woke up in the palace and whatever she knew about the empire was from her previous memories , The Arielle Empire was the strongest on the contient and had apparently existed for a thousand years , She was fifth of eight children of the emperor but thinking more about it made her head hurt.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the window, and a boy with black hair appeared on the windowsill. she was surprised, to say the least.
"W-who are you?" Hydrancea asked, trying to keep my composure.
The boy turned to look at me and smiled mischievously. "Can you hear me? Probably not..." he trailed off, his voice low and playful.
She stared at him, feeling confused. "Hey, you know I can hear you, right?" I said, slightly annoyed.
He suddenly jumped off the windowsill and held my face in his hands, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. He started speaking in a language that felt awfully familar .
Her tongue was twisted , she understood by could derive meaning she also had an answe ready but she couldn't remember what it was .
" Squirtle Squirle Squirtle !" he yelled.