Allen?
"Come on, Alaya, wake up." Allen chuckled, shaking her awake. Alaya blinked awake, her vision blurry.
"What? Allen?" Alaya asked.
"Hey, sleepy-head. It's 1 PM, get up!" Her big brother grinned at her, rubbing the top of her head and messing up her already knotted hair.
Alaya chuckled lightly. She felt like something was missing, but what, she couldn't quite tell.
"Brunch is ready. Guess what it is?"
"My gut says grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Correct! Come on, they're getting cold!"
Alaya smiled and got up, changed, and then opened the door. The wood beneath her feet creaked.
"What does your gut say?" She heard someone downstairs ask. Suddenly, she felt like her mind was disconnected from her body, sent into a world with water and sky and nothing else. She felt like she was floating and spinning and falling all at once as she heard a different voice. "What does your gut say?"
Suddenly, a silver-and-black blur whizzed by in front of her. She gasped. Moon! Lightning flashed, lighting up the suddenly dark sky and striking her friend. Then, on the island, an invisible being appeared in scales of flame as their fangs sparkled in the light. A flashback of boulders, of Moon being pinned and Amber doing nothing as she spotted the winged silver lizard but instead fleeing. Images of training, and flying, and falling, and feeling this feeling so many times, where her mind was disconnected from her body, and she was a bystander, and she was just watching as everything was taken out of her control as she plunged to her doom.
And then she reconnected.
Alaya's eyes flung open. She heard frantic screeches, cackling, and dangerous words being spoken, yet she hadn't come to quite enough to decipher them.
She felt the cold dirt beneath her. The nighttime air was even colder and settling into her skin, sending a violent shiver through her.
"Alaya?" Moon asked, her tone frightened. Alaya gritted her teeth and blinked a few more times before pushing her head up, her arms supporting her weight against the ground, as she looked around.
Dragons. The Riders were in the air, which was good, it meant Meatlug and the others got out successfully and alive. Moon was there, as well, eyes wide and frantic.
Alaya's gaze shifted from the sky to the ground. A man about Stoick's size that she didn't know, covered in grays, was glaring up at someone behind Alaya to her right, completely ignoring her. She turned to see who he was looking at and gasped.
On a ledge nearby, attached to the mountain, two berserker guards were holding swords in a cross over Stoick. The blades were sharp and clean and clearly ready to cut at the chieftain if necessary. Alaya looked at Dagur to see that, to her surprise, he wasn't looking at the gray man or Stoick or even the Riders.
He was looking at her.
Alaya's heart sunk. She had a feeling she knew why Moon was so terrified.
She looked to her right to see Savage holding a sword, pointed straight at her.
That is the worst plan I have ever seen and it's actually not it's actually kind of smart but FOR ALL THE WORLD DID I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO FALL? Alaya was surprised to find herself more irritated than terrified.
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Whispers of Another World
FanfictionAlaya is a normal teenage girl. Without much drama in her life, she has two trustworthy friends and three brothers as well as a baby sister. So when she starts hearing whispers in her sleep, she's suspicious. Who's there? She'd wonder every ni...