Starfallen: Queendom

I cant really explain the feeling of no longer having a will to live. Nor can I explain why I chose to jump that day. The burden of life simply seemed too heavy for me at the time and I was unable to carry that weight. At some point I buckled beneath the pressure. When I stood on that ledge overseeing the night of the city beneath me my mind was flooded with all the horrible shit that had happened in my life. Jumping was the easy part....

Instead of plummeting into the asphalt beneath me I was enveloped in a bright golden-white light that blinded me. It was startlingly hot at first, then a cool breeze took over and it felt as if the world around me was spinning out of control.

Then as if nothing had ever even happened the world was still again. The blinding light had faded and my vision returned.. the only problem was; I was alive and nowhere near where I'd originally been. Instead of being surrounded by dimly lit streets and late-night "open" signs. I was now in a dark chamber, sitting on something warm and soft yet sturdy. Even more terrifyingly, it stirred beneath me.

"Who are you?" The warmth growled, lifting itself upwards in a single movement, effectively knocking me backwards.

I tumbled onto a plush landscape of silk and feathers. I was in someone's bed. I peered up at the now hulking shadow that made the outline of a "man" though it was the largest man I'd ever seen.

"I won't ask again." The shadow seethed, I could see the slightest bit of movement happening in the dark. It was reaching for something near the edge of the bed, "who are you? How did you get in here?"

There was a clang of metal and then the sound of a soft hiss. There in the darkness I could see it, the dimly lit reflection of sliver light skimming across the top of a long, curved blade. Behind the weapon golden eyes pierced in my direction.

"I-I.. don't... know," I managed to whisper despite the lump in my throat and shakiness in my voice, "I was at my apartment.. I jumped and everything went bright and then... I was here."

I could barely make out his features in the darkness. His expression was contorted in a grimace with a hint of perplexity in his gaze. For a moment his grip on the blade tightened as if he wanted to end it all, but in the end he sighed and I watched as his figure sheathed his blade. He rested it on the bedside and reached for something else. After a click and sizzle a soft warm light illuminated a large portion of the bed and room.

There I could finally see the shadow. It was indeed a man. His olive skin glowed against the light of the glass lantern he'd just lit. His hair was more black than raven and framed his handsomely carved face with a thick mixture of loose waves and curls. His upper body was exposed and boasted a well toned figure. It was obvious he could've killed me with his bare hands... I stared at his muscular back where the symbol of a great tree was tattooed in black ink. It took up majority of his backside, the branches stretched to his shoulders and nape of his neck, while the roots stretched below the line of his silk trousers which clung to his hulking frame. He really was quite handsome.. exotic.

"You still never answered my first question." He spoke, startlingly me, I directed my gaze to the bedsheets. Silk... with gold embroidery.. lavish.

"Sorry?.." I asked in a small voice, my eyes never once leaving the gold laced fabric.

"Who are you?" He snapped, turning his body towards mine. I could feel his sharp gaze lingering on me.. it was utterly suffocating.

"My name is Karter. Karter.. Frey," I hesitated at giving my last name, everything that has happened so far has been so strange.. I recalled the events that led up until now, my head spinning from every detail.

"Karter... Fr..ay," he repeated my name out loud though it sounded more like a question than my actual name. I had noticed before but he had a slight accent when he spoke.. I couldn't quite put my finger on from it hailed.

"You're a name holder? What country do you belong to? Lornell? Hailstorm? Krill?..." he began his list of strange countries each more peculiar sounding than the last.

"America.." I finally spoke up, interrupting his interrogation, "my homeland is the USA..."

Just then I felt myself grow weak as if my body had suddenly gone through a marathon.. my vision blurred and my insides went numb. Something was wrong... I opened my mouth to speak, but could muster a few words that came out in barely a whisper.

"I... don't feel-"

Just like that everything went black.. perhaps I actually died and this was my final dream...