Chapter 2 - Where am I?

The last thing those girls remembered was darkness, and when they opened their eyes, it seemed like they were completely submerged in black, only able to see each other. It was as if they were all tucked into a dark room, and their attire and features were glowing.

"Where are we?" Anastasia spoke, taking small steps in front of her, both hands extended with her palms facing outwards. She wanted to see the dimensions of their area, but had her arms out so she didn't slam into anything. As she stepped, her foot sank an inch and it was difficult to raise it again to take another step.

Someone wasn't so bright. Yuno started to run into the darkness, only to slam face-first into an invisible barrier. The impact caused her eyes to blur and she started to see static. From already vomiting before, her body was already breaking itself down and she wasn't enjoying the newfound nausea.

"Moron." Thea rolled her eyes.

Anastasia reached the barrier too, and places her palms onto it, but she passed. It felt as if paper slid across her palms and teared a hole big enough for each limb to go through. She heard cries of the other two girls, but when she turned back, the space she went through was solid. She was once again in the darkness, but this time alone.

No matter how hard she rammed her fist into the barrier, it wouldn't budge.

"Thea? Yuno?" She slammed into the borders, one punch harder than the other. The barrier wouldn't even shake, budge or rip again, although she had an easy way entering, she couldn't exit. Her heartbeat began to race, and her breaths went uneven. She wondered if that was the last time she could see them.

After countless tries, she felt a chill down her spine and on cue, her hair flowed in the direction opposite of where she was facing. When she turned around to face the direction of the wind, her eyes dried up and yet, her tears only came back.

A white figure appeared in front of her, surrounded by a cloud of..something. She couldn't quite figure out what it is, "Who are you?", her voice slightly trembled. Her pain shifted into fear, as her instinct told her that something was there. She wasn't a big fan of the supernatural and ghosts alone were enough to keep her up at night.

"𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ℐ 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔."

The thought raced through her mind, so she was dead? What does that say about her teammates? Why were there only three that made it into the black box? Does it have any significance as to why only she passed through the wall?

As if a shadow loomed to form a mouth on the white figure, the darkness formed a smirk. "𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌." It simply stated. Rather, the shadow that formed the mouth began to shift the room, allowing Anastasia to see more of the space she was in. The formations of words began to glow, one line after the other. The smoke began with, "ℋ𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒." but that faded before she could see it.

𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓫𝓮,

𝓐𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀.

𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮,

𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓮.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻,

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮.

𝓐 𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀,

𝓐 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝔀,

𝓨𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻,

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮.

𝓘𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷,

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓾𝓷.

𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮,

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮,

𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓷,

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼.

𝓐𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮,

𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷,

𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓾𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

Anastasia took a moment to process it, but by the time she did, the white figure raised his arm, and she blacked out again.

****

The room brightened, and accompanied with the light came a bunch of noise. The sound of a bark and the cries of a baby filled the room. A woman held a child in her arms, her hair was a beautiful shade of blue. She had golden eyes, that gleamed like a sunset's last light and the child in her hands had resembling features.

She had the child wrapped in a white blanket, that had pastel flowers embroidered into the white fabric. The baby began to calm down, and the woman caressed the baby's cheek.

The baby's skin was smooth, just pure bliss, and a skin untouched from any maturities from exterior work or aging. The woman smiled, "Good morning, your name is Eira. Eira Iradonis." She tightly held her daughter, tears forming in her eyes from pure joy. The mother gently cradled her baby, and proceeded to admire her child.

"I will do whatever I can to protect you." Eira opened her eyes from the mother's voice as the crying stopped, the baby's eyes were a mixture of silver and gold. The woman smiled, once again hugging her close.

"..ood.. l..ck."