Stuck In Light

Into the blinding light.


5. 5

"Whoa, this is sweet, Ethan, but, um, what is it?"

"It's the city I'm from. There's people you have to meet, c'mon." He smiles and takes my hand.

"Um, okay." Somehow we glide down the streets hand in hand, passing restaurants, shops, bars, apartments, everything you would see in any city you went to on Earth. Assuming we aren't on Earth.

Are we on Earth? Never mind, I don't even want to know.

I took in the sights, the buildings made of what looked and felt like brick but was golden and didn't look to be exactly solid, the parks with what could only be compared to children playing. Everything had a hazy quality, like a picture slightly out of focus, or a memory of a dream you had a few nights ago.

The people looked human enough, but they all seemed so perfect. Symmetrical faces, glowing skin, hair that looked like it was underwater in the best possible way. It was insane. And there was something else about them, something I couldn't quite grasp. They weren't people, they were something else. I couldn't wrap my brain around it.

"Hey, Ethan," he looked over at me, "When you said you'd make me look like 'someone from here', did you mean you were going to make me more beautiful?"

"Oh, Luce, no." He hushed his voice, almost to a whisper. "It do I explain this..makes you glow, kind of. "

"Oh, okay." We walked for a few more minutes, before reaching a house. A huge house, that looked like it was made of solid gold. A ornate fence surrounded it, and Ethan moved in front of me and hunched over the lock so I couldn't see what he was doing. He muttered something, and the lock clicked. The gate swung open silently, and he held out his hand.

"Shall we?" I took it. We walked up a path, passing fountains of shimmering water and flowerbeds of white flowers that seemed to dance and sing without moving. Upon reaching the door, Ethan knocked three times, and a woman opened it.

She was dressed in a long, flowing white dress, and was stunningly beautiful. Platinum blonde hair hung in perfect waves down her slim back, her honey-brown eyes were huge, and she couldn't have been older than Ethan and I.

"Ethan?" She flung herself out the door and entwined my boyfriend into an enormous hug. The skin between my eyebrows wrinkled a little. They pulled apart, and Ethan looked to me, a spark in his eye.

"Lucy, I'd like you to meet my sister, the princess of this place. Analeena, this is Lucy."


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