3 Chapter 3 part 1: Fates Fickle Friend.. Time

Lyla Brooks cracked open her emerald eyes. light flooded her vision too bright. She heard whispers as her eyes adjusted.

What is she doing here? She musn't be here. Humanoids are not allowed here! It is the laws of the Ancient Ones.

Lyla peered from beneath her dark lashes there were two forms rapidly arguing her Fate and the first was getting louder by the second.

Derek you must know that since she's here the law also states that she must be treated as a guest while she is here and that it is our duty to escort her back if she she doesn't belong.

The first speaker the one named Derek had a large frame and was covered in brown fur. He had glowing orange eyes and white hair in a coiled braid.

"Alright Meanae. we must abide by the law. But just know that I don't like it. Nor do I have to. The law ain't say nothing about no pleasure deriven from it." his mutterings tapered off as he walked away.

Lyla had begun to realize that faking sleep would do her little good so she decided to make her presence known. "Hello."

She rose up and looked around. She looked to be in a circular room their was an oval desk with a hovering pink cushion above it and the cot she was laying on had fresh seats.

Well if I am a prisoner, I am a comfortable one, Lyla thought.

Spotting a tall silver oval shaped door she headed towards it.

As her hands grazed the door knob...

Beep. Beep. Whoosh.

The door swung open rapidly and Lyla leaped back unexpectedly.

"Well hello there. You must be Lyla. How was your interdimensional mental travel, my Dear?

What are you crazy Mr.....?...

She felt a prick in her arm and a numbing feeling spread from her limbs to her core.

"Whaddyaadotumeay?..." her words slurre

d and her body felt heavy. White coats was the last thing she saw before falling into Oblivion once more.

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