Chapter 2
AnO - Ancient One
Y/N wakes up in a daze. She scans around her surroundings. The room is dark only light is given off by a few candles around the room. Everything is made of solid wood that has been eaten away slowly by years of damp. The bed and body creaks as she tries to sit up. She has no idea how long she been asleep. Her head hurts but that’s normal. She gets up from her bed and stumbles outside.
The sun is too bright, quickly covering her eyes to block out the rays. As she inhales the air clean, fresh and crisp her lungs and throat hurts. Still struggling to stand Y/N almost fall but she is saved by a pale thin yet strong arm.
AnO: Good Morning Y/N! *cheerfully*
Y/N: (don’t know how she knows her name, gives her a polite smile) Morning *croaks, throat hurting*
AnO: (a chair appears and gently moves Y/N to it) Sit, I’d imagine you’d be rested fully now given you had slept for 2 days.
Y/N: (shit, 2 fucking days?) Yes. I hope so (head increasingly gaining its momentum of pain)
A young woman came up to them with a tray of small teacups.
AnO: Here’s some tea (takes from the tray) This will get you going. All those days of shouting and cigarettes must have done considerable damage to your body.
Y/N: (takes the cup from her, hides her embarrassment by taking a sip)
AnO: Now you’re done with the tea, let’s go to our garden.
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Y/N hold onto the Ancient One's arm as they slow make way to the vegetable garden.
AnO: Here, best you get started on something to keep your mind off things.
Y/N: *confused* But, but I don’t know how. I’ve never been much of green fingers.
AnO: I know. You’ll learn (leaving Y/N at the garden)
Y/N: (struggles to stand, ends up kneeling at the edge of the vegetable garden) I’m a bad student! I can’t do this! (keep glancing at the beautiful ripe vegetables on her left and the bare soil on her right)
AnO: (turns around and grins) I’ve faith you’ll come through.
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Baron Mordo (BM) and the Ancient One sit in the living quarters drinking tea.
BM: What do you see? Is there anything we should be worried about?
AnO: Can’t tell, too foggy.
M: (raises his eyebrow) Foggy? What does that mean?
AnO: (slight irritation in her voice) Means I can’t see anything in her future. Too hazy, like her mind.
M: So she can stay?
AnO: Yes, but keep an eye on her.