Molly I

14 of December, ¿?, night?

She's still processing the unicorn when a genuine plague doctor all dressed in shades of red appears and she is dragged into a round and enormous room filled with more black eyed people. The light is low and Molly is forced to squint at the strange room she is being forced into.

The woman with blue hair is at her back, standing next to the older man and the red plague doctor, but Molly has other things to worry about, mostly the fact that a mere hour ago she was at a pool party having a horrible time before someone pushed her in the water. When she had resurfaced, she was no longer at Stacy's house, but trying to swim in a river in the dark, as the river tried to drag her down, with the added fear of something touching her legs—something she had hoped was simply kelp of some kind.

Then, the woman with electric blue hair cut close to her scalp, with dark skin and demonic looking black eyes, wearing some kind of outfit that looked like something a medieval knight would wear, with chainmail and leather armor had found Molly as she was trying to find where she was. Then, the strange water powers and the unicorn and Molly felt like her brain was overheating. What was going on?

The room they enter is wide and circular, with a podium in the center and rows of seats around it, with the exception on the front of it, where a steep set of stairs guide to an inner platform, where a grand and spiky black throne sits, with teal curtains behind it and black marble columns, with strange golden serpents climbing them as decorations.

She is pushed gently to the podium, the wires that had kept her arms stuck to her body cut and she is given a moment to breathe as she is left alone in a room filled with strange humanoid creatures. Molly feels like she's about to be judge for a crime, and maybe she is, since no one had explained anything and she had been taken directly to a clearly important room, just by looking at the empty throne. She stretches her arms as she looks around, the creatures are dressed, mostly, in fancy clothes, similar to what she would see in history books about the 19th century—dresses, corsets, petticoats, cravats and coats—some are dressed in simpler clothings and colors. As Molly Watches the room, they all suddenly stand and she whirls to stare at the throne that is now occupied.

It's a young man, with light brown skin and stark white hair, dressed in all black, with some accents in teal, a black crown, as spiky as the throne, rest on top of his head, the low lightning of the room hit the crown and it goes through, like it's made of glass. She cannot see it from this far, but she thinks there may be some pale stones ad adornments in some parts of the crown.

The…King? Spreads on the throne like he owns it, one leg laying over his other knee, his hands gripping the armrests and his head is pointed at Molly. With those eyes she can't be sure if he's looking at her or not.

He suddenly speaks and the low murmurs that had been filling the room even before Molly was dragged in stop. His tone is almost bored, like this is a normal process. He raises a hand and moves it in the air, like he's summoning something or someone.

And he does, as from both sides of the platform hidden by walls and the columns, two pairs plague doctors appear. Red, Dark blue, Black and white. All of the carrying a bowl of some kind in their hands.

What a strange dream, for this could only be a dream. With her recently freed hand, Molly pinches her arm, expecting the dream to end and to wake up to her bedroom.

But she doesn't and the dream continues—is it really a dream? Yes, of course it is, it could be nothing else but a dream—the world around her becomes background noise as she tries to figure out a way to wake up. People are yelling all around her, the blue haired woman has joined her on the podium, her voice raised among the rest, but Molly can only stare at the plague doctors—their clothing, while each following their color is different in style, the red one is covered from head to toe in a hooded crimson cloak, the blue one wears a long dark blue dress, the white one a white vest, shirt and pants and the black one a black shirt, pant and half skirt that a pirate would feel comfortable in—specifically at the red one that she is sure is staring at her, the glass of their mask where the eyes should be yellow while the others' is black.

Suddenly, all the voices and noises that had taken over the room were cut off like someone had pushed the mute button on reality— or dream, no proof of neither just yet— and Molly decided it was the perfect time to try and pay attention and whatever was going on, even if she couldn't understand a single word the creatures were speaking.