‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝓐 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
I could feel the heat of fire. I looked down at my feet and wiggled my toes in the cool sand, only to realize they were not my toes. There was a bright purple polish on the toenails. I've had weird dreams but I'd never had one where I was somewhere else.
I heard hooting and hollering and looked up to see a bunch of people dancing around a Bonfire. It almost looked ritualistic. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to look at the massive hand with black nail polish covering the entirety of my petite shoulder. My head moved up to look at the almost giant sized man grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. He had shoulder length jet black hair and piercing silver eyes.
"Your friends. They aren't like you. You are different. I smell it." The man said. His voice was deep and held a sinister tone.
"What do you mean you smell it?" I asked in a voice that was not my own.
