Me and my two companions continued our little hugging session in the middle of the hallway….
I looked at myself in the mirror…. My brown hair was messy and I still wore the silly daisy pattern green dress…
My hands reached to my head in order to straighten the messy brown strands….
Kota laughed warmly at my action…
"No need to worry about your hair…" he chuckled "you were in a strange situation after all…"
"It's just a habit… I was a corporate worker…." I whisper in embarrassment for Kota was acting quite weirdly….
"Corporate worker?" Kota tilts his head in confusion…
"It's basically someone who spends all day working in order for money for food and housing…" Marcy answers him…
"So a slave!!!" Kota's brown eyes widen in shock…
"No… it's an earth thing you won't understand…" I groan annoyed….
I never thought I would explain the corporate life style to a freaking elf duke…
This scenario is ridiculous….
"Ooh… explain it to me…" little Philip exclaims excitedly as his eyes sparkle indicating that he isn't backing down…
I sigh…
Then I start to explain the corporate life style in short for Kota and Philip….
Kota shakes his head in genuine concern because for him this sounds so absurd….
"That's why you are so grim…" Kota slams his face with his palm in realisation after I finished explaining…
I want to disappear right here right now….
I blush slightly at the absurdity of this conversation…
"It's morning let's have breakfast…" I try to change the subject and head towards the dining area…
"Great idea!!!" Duke Kota wraps his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way…
"Do they have toast with grilled cheese?" Philip asks enthusiastically…
"We are in some kind of fancy hotel… so of course they have…" Marcy answers him in a bored manner…
As we walk and enter the morning buffet we witness all kinds of intelligent beings waiting in line and grabbing breakfast…
Questions still linger within my mind…
I stop at the centre of the dining hall as my thoughts trail far away…
If what the voice said is truth…
Then…
Then…
Who actually wrote the story…?
Who actually has control…?
I am fully aware that I held the laptop and placed it on my lap….
But where do ideas originate from?
How do writers make their stories?
Is it truly just the imagination of said person…?
Or…
Is it something deeper…?
While my thought stream got flooded I felt someone tapping my shoulder harshly…
I turn around… my face pale from all the possibilities…
How…?
I see Joon-ho in front of me…
He then smirks wickedly at my confusion…
"Did you miss me… goody two shoes?" Joon-ho chuckles mockingly…
Kota turns towards me then gasps he looks down onto his newspaper then at Joon-ho then back at the newspaper article… Kota gives me the newspaper…
I look at the big red heading [BEWARE OF MULTI-DIMENSIONAL TROUBLE MAKER]
Under the heading is a picture of Joon-ho….
"What kind of trouble have you done?" I sigh then laugh at Joon-ho…
Joon-ho stares at me puzzled…
"Why are you laughing?" He shouts then snatches the newspaper from my hand… he looks at the picture of himself in appreciation…
"What a handsome guy!!!" Joon-ho chuckles arrogantly…
Me and Kota stare at him with a gaze of full disappointment…
"Let's have breakfast!!!" Philip calls out….
We all sit down at a round table…
Marcy frowns then whispers into my ear…
"Why's that psycho here?" She asks into my ear…
"I don't know…" I say honestly…
As we start eating Joon-ho suddenly grabs Kota's hand…
"What are you doing?!?" Kota laughed awkwardly trying to wriggle his hand out of Joon-ho's grip…
"Why's 'their' scent on you?" Joon-ho groans in utter annoyance…
"First goody two shoes and now you Mister Duke…" he adds aggressively "are 'they' starting a cult again?" Joon-ho sighs in disbelief…
By 'they' does he mean the white void…?
How does my main character of my own book knows about this matter…?
"Joon-ho you can't talk about this in public…!" I scold…
"Don't worry…" Joon-ho says in fake gentleness…
"I placed a sound barrier using my aura…" he laughs psychopathicly…
"This is uncalled for!!!" Marcy shouts angrily…
"If you want information just communicate like a human!" She continues while tugging my dress tightly…
"By the way…" Joon-ho cuts her words in half "why are you a butterfly and why's Jina your flower field…" he states mockingly more than ask as he looks at Marcy's pink ribbon dress and my green daisy pattern dress…
"Hey— let's just eat" Philip pouts annoyed…
"Oh did I anger the kid?" Joon-ho smirks widely…
I slam the table in order for silence…
Joon-ho tilts his head curiously…
And then he lets go of Kota's hand…
"So goody two shoes explain!" He demands in an aggressive manner…
"I don't know much all I know is that they can possess people and teleport people around…" I say half truthfully…
"So you met 'them'…" Joon-ho mutters as he starts calculating the scenarios and planning ahead…
Oh no…
I slipped…
I shouldn't have said it like that…
My sky blue eyes widen and dart around the room…
But he did slip as well…
Joon-ho mentioned something about cults and scents…
So now I am sure Joon-ho knows the white space…
"You are more important than I thought…" Joon-ho whispers extremely quietly yet I heard him…
What?!?
Does the main character of my own book sees importance in me…?
This is dangerous…
I am the writer after all…