Kelly woke up feeling rested and refreshed, because she was safe now, sleep had come easily. The morning view made her feel happy and relaxed, smiling to herself, she got up and put the robe on. She went into the bathroom and while washing her face and brushing her teeth, she heard her stomach grumble and laughed at herself.
Kelly felt as if the previous day’s weight had been lifted off her shoulders, because the Wymasirians would take care of everything and she trusted them.
After what Justine had explained to them Kelly felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She had always been interested in the supernatural but had never really believed it existed. Now, she had not only found out that it was real, but she was also involved in it
Thinking about Mischia, she decided to go and get her for breakfast, and knocked on her door, but there was no answer, so she opened it, with the intention of waking her up if she was asleep. Mischia was not in the bed – which was rumpled – or in the bathroom, which was empty, so she must be downstairs.
Kelly went down, and found Carissa setting the table, Colin and Trevor preparing breakfast, and a new person she hadn’t met the previous day, helping Carissa.
He was tall, and looked to be in his mid- to late twenties, with curly black hair and a cheeky, dimpled smile. ‘Morning,’ she said.
‘Morning,’ said Carissa. ‘Oh, this is Cbrozch, but call him Warren.’
‘I’m Kelly.’
He nodded and smiled.
‘Is Mischia in the kitchen? I can’t believe she woke up before m-’
‘What did you say?’ Asked Carissa, stopping what she was doing.
‘Mischia,’ she pointed at the kitchen, ‘Isn’t she in...’ Carissa and Warren were running up the stairs before she could finish, Colin and Trevor were just behind them.
Confused, Kelly decided to follow, and found them congregating on the landing outside the two rooms. ‘He took her,’ said Warren.
‘How, though?’ Asked Carissa.
Trevor came out of Mischia’s room holding the ring she’d been given.
‘Oh no,’ Carissa covered her face.
‘She’s been kidnapped?’ Asked Kelly.
Mischia woke up in a different room to the one she had gone to sleep in. This one was decorated in dark, masculine colours, but was still comfortable and nicely presented.
She sat up and looked around her. How did she get here? The bedroom door opened, and in walked a tall wellbuilt man with long hair, tied back into a ponytail. He looked at her and went over to the chair, where a black robe was draped on the back of it. He picked it up and threw it in Mischia’s direction, ‘put this on,’ he said.
‘Where am I?’ She asked, getting out of bed and putting on the robe.
He didn’t answer, and his attitude invited no questions or pleasantries.
Mischia realised that he was not of the same group she had met the previous day, and fear gripped her. She felt like running away, but where to? Reluctantly, she swallowed her fear and kept up with the man.
They were in a house, she noticed, and he led her to the kitchen, where another man was sitting at the table sipping orange juice. He was in his early thirties and had a dignified air of power about him.
He looked up and saw her. ‘Ah, morning,’ he indicated for her to join him at the table. ‘Sit, have some juice.’
Mischia looked at the juice then at the man.
‘Sit down! Have some juice,’ he repeated.
Mischia sat, but didn’t touch the juice.
‘Suit yourself,’ he shrugged and bit into an apple, loudly.
Mischia was losing a battle with her rising panic, but sat perfectly still.
‘I am Ywoth,’ he said, giving her a smile ‘I’m sure you already know about me?’
Mischia found the strength to nod nervously. Is it scarier if an evil person is nice to you? She wondered, they build your trust and then kill you, with a smile on their face.
She shuddered.
‘Are you listening to me?’ He asked a little annoyed.
She looked at him, and he dropped a bombshell.
‘You do know that you will assist me with my mission?’ he asked.
And Mischia’s heart stopped beating, just for a second.