Feral Eclipse(EDITING)

13.2 - Tick

"Heidi get back here!" I shouted from the top of my lungs.

The blonde haired daredevil soon disappeared behind a door to which she left creaked open at a minimum, just for me. This felt familiarly vague like I'd seen this before in some other reality but when I opened the door hastily, what I found next left me weirdly mundane.

We were in a...

"Do you know what this is?" I felt a budding hand clamp to my side which Heidi clung to with weary anticipation rising, it painted her cheeks an excelling red that was so deep I couldn't describe it. I suddenly got the feeling I wasn't suppose to be here and pushed her hand gently away, "Do you know where we are." She demanded me to know but I  couldn't help but to flavor in cluelessness.

In a giant room I felt strangely claustrophobic like someone had stuffed cotton balls mixed with gin down my lung pipe, I felt trapped within a house of mirrors.

"Anything I can say probably wouldn't come close," I remarked. I looked at Heidi in defeat, resting my butt against the nearest stool. In this action, she slit her eyelids at me. "Temple? Foyer? Go ahead and say, because I know you're going to tell me anyways." A small smile glittered the mischievous blonde's face until she soon perched her hands upon the table.

I hadn't even noticed before that the table was decorated in photographs, pens and paper, which I took into my palm eagerly.

What exactly are we doing here and a potential war was brewing?

"Vera Lee, we are in the chambers of Solars," The picture in my hand was barley coherent and so particularly blurry that I found myself squinting my eyes in efforts to make out the faces on it. I scratched my fingernail to remove any debris, which to my dismay, everything in sight seemed to be collecting dust rather quickly that I'd probably been inhaling it in.

"But this one's special."

I gulped silently while eyeing this girl, who appeared young but still had the impending mystique of a teacher. "Eons ago Solars were made for jurisdiction. Throne rooms kind of - only without the swords and knights," I glanced more at the picture in my hand when realization subsisted above me. Previous kings and queens were once gathered inside of this room, and no wonder I felt oddly out of place.

"Heidi who are these people in this photograph?" I tried for asking but just as the words slipped from between my lips, Heidi replaced the image in my hand with something that was both plush and scabrous at the same time. Olden that lacked color. It held little to no service in all the ways that mattered, and you wanna know why?

It lost its tick.

I sighed impatiently. Tapping my foot I scoffed, "A clock Ms. Hart, what am I suppose to do with this?" I couldn't help but laugh. She's insane. She'll always be that persistent school teacher to me, some things never changed.

This clock was noiseless by the likes of me, even the hands on it were timelessly frozen as minutes flew by, it still hadn't moved. It couldn't possibly function and where the numbers should be there were Roman numerics.

Soon she presses the grey picture I previously held against my chest before leaning in so close to my face that a shimmer of white invaded the irises within her blue irises that were doe and inclined to discoveries and foresight. Internally I bared with her because If she's insane, I'm no better at all, "This lady? Yeah she's my mother." Heidi smiled so bright pointing to the lady conveyed on the picture, whom looked exactly like her.