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-Chapter one-
"Mama?" I heard Sara call me. "Meera, the kid who’s adopted you is in our backyard again." My dad yelled from inside.
I looked out the doorframe.
"Mama? Would you get on your nicest clothes, there is somebody I'd like you to meet today." Well that was new, usually Sara came inside, or if nobody was out, we went places normal mothers and daughters went.
All this strange behavior from Sara wasn't new. It had been happening for a month or two now. Ever since she gave me that necklace, ever since then.
I pulled on the dress that I had worn to my school dance. I was about to put on a jacket when I heard a small voice. "Oh no, no, don’t wear that dear. I can give you something much nicer. And it’s something that your little girl is going to love." I turned around
"W-who are you? Show yourself, I do have a gun. “I whispered.
"No, no. No need to do any of that." The voice sounded... motherly. “Put your hand onto that amulet. That jewel. Think of looking royal. Think about finally meeting the king." I don’t know why, but I did as she said.
Then I figured it out. This voice was in my head. 'Aleena? Why do you sound different? Older?' I asked her. 'It’s the necklace dearie. It has amplified my abilities; now you are hearing what I really sound like. Now look at what you're wearing. Isn’t it lovely? Now go to your girl. She's been waiting for a while.' I started towards the door. took some getting used to at first, but I wasnt schizophrenic. Mari and Aleena had been real people one. The had lived real lives. Sadly, they died 50 years ago. I was their host body. I didnt have multiple personality disorder.
'Fine, But what about Mari? Does she sound different too?' The voice did not answer.
"Mama?! You look... where did you get that?"
I looked at her. "It’s a long story my dear. Now who do you want me to meet? It better be good. This dress is already getting annoying. "
She looked up at me. "Trust me Mama. You will like him." She grabbed my hand and we started to walk away from the midsized town, and into the royal city. I was concerned. Sara and I didn't have the money for anything right now. I should be alert.
'Don't worry my dear, all will turn out well.’
"Sara. Where are we going?"
"Mama?" I heard Sara call me. "Meera, the kid who’s adopted you is in our backyard again." My dad yelled from inside.
I looked out the doorframe.
"Mama? Would you get on your nicest clothes, there is somebody I'd like you to meet today." Well that was new, usually Sara came inside, or if nobody was out, we went places normal mothers and daughters went.
All this strange behavior from Sara wasn't new. It had been happening for a month or two now. Ever since she gave me that necklace, ever since then.
I pulled on the dress that I had worn to my school dance. I was about to put on a jacket when I heard a small voice. "Oh no, no, don’t wear that dear. I can give you something much nicer. And it’s something that your little girl is going to love." I turned around
"W-who are you? Show yourself, I do have a gun. “I whispered.
"No, no. No need to do any of that." The voice sounded... motherly. “Put your hand onto that amulet. That jewel. Think of looking royal. Think about finally meeting the king." I don’t know why, but I did as she said.
Then I figured it out. This voice was in my head. 'Aleena? Why do you sound different? Older?' I asked her. 'It’s the necklace dearie. It has amplified my abilities; now you are hearing what I really sound like. Now look at what you're wearing. Isn’t it lovely? Now go to your girl. She's been waiting for a while.' I started towards the door. took some getting used to at first, but I wasnt schizophrenic. Mari and Aleena had been real people one. The had lived real lives. Sadly, they died 50 years ago. I was their host body. I didnt have multiple personality disorder.
'Fine, But what about Mari? Does she sound different too?' The voice did not answer.
"Mama?! You look... where did you get that?"
I looked at her. "It’s a long story my dear. Now who do you want me to meet? It better be good. This dress is already getting annoying. "
She looked up at me. "Trust me Mama. You will like him." She grabbed my hand and we started to walk away from the midsized town, and into the royal city. I was concerned. Sara and I didn't have the money for anything right now. I should be alert.
'Don't worry my dear, all will turn out well.’
"Sara. Where are we going?"
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