Where am I? Why I feel that I can’t breathe as I used to before falling…? Why is it so hard to move my body? It seems like I am being dragged down by one thousand hands… I can feel almost every inch and every imperfection of the floor on my back. I tried to mumble but… I couldn’t. It seems like I can move… I feel myself trembling… What a relief… For a moment I thought I got myself paralityc. But… Something’s off. It takes me a lot of energy to breathe, I feel my lungs being pressed down by a mass… Although… what’s with this weird atmosphere… Like I am near someone really strong? No, there are two of them. Two who are actually radiating a really strong power… and fear… It’s my body trembling because of those sources of power?...
???: Hey, wake up.
Huh? Who’s that voice?
???: I am one of your new owners. The other one doesn’t want to waste energy on you.
What? Wait, are you inside my mind? And owner? What are you talking about?
???: Actually yes. Thank goodness you are not dead… But this is a weird language… Where are you from.
Wait, at least answer my questions after you ask don’t you think?
???: -lets out a sigh- Thanks dear bond connection for translating his language to me… Although, Can you try to open your eyes at least?
Yeah, I’ll try to…
Maxwell: -I hardly open my eyes, It seems to be sunny, There’s too much light around us… I can barely see…-
???: Good, Now, look at me, slave.
As I try to focus and try to get used to the light I can barely distinguish the face of a really pale girl, who’s under an opened umbrella… with what I thought, at first sight, it was gold hanging from her head, and realize that she was a gold blonde lady. I could see her uniform, she was wearing what it seemed to be a scholar uniform. Black jacket with a little triangle on what I would say that it was her chest… Ugh, I feel so tired, I’m gonna have to blink. My eyes feel so tired. As soon as I blink I keep analyzing. I see it now. A red triangle sewed onto the jacket of what I could tell is the logo of a society… but this girl seems way too young to be in an association... Could it be that she is into a school? Yeah, It might be that for sure. Under that jacket rested her chest and a beige shirt. I made the effort to look a little bit more down and I could see her skirt, which was not too long, but not as short as someone could say. I also could see another girl, it seemed a bit older than her, could it be her senior? No, Impossible. She was wearing a maid outfit… Is she her maid? But… I think her serious face could also corroborate what I am seeing it’s true. As I try to sigh I hear the blonde girl order to the redhaired maid something in a really weird language… That really made me get on my nerves for a moment. If they are talking in another language something might be off, I am even still on the planet earth?! … I hope yes. As soon as I finish complaining in my mind, the redhaired girl picks me up. I still have some trouble to focus, it takes me a lot of energy… I didn’t notice at all… but there was a lot of feet around us. I guess I ended up in a school huh… As the tall and redhaired maid walked away carrying me as a potato sack I could notice a green-eyed girl staring at me, she darted her eyes into mines… Did she noticed that I was looking at her… Geez I got caught. As the maid walks... I am starting to fall asleep… Keep Yourself up. Huh? Whose that voice? It’s not the lady’s voice… I am you. The other you. The one who was locked inside you.
Ok I think I am starting to rave… No, you are not my dear friend… We’ll keep talking when nobodies here, at night. Ok…? Let me tell you something, once our body gets used to this place, something might happen. There’s something odd happening right now. Why would a beautiful girl like her tell her maid to carry ourselves to a nursery room?
Ok, Ok… It's odd. Look they are putting ourselves into a bed, better if we rest, don’t you think?
Ah… yeah… Then, as soon as I realize, that strange voice goes off, and my thoughts and I we switch off and start to… Zzzzz...
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