Y/n's POV
"So what is even with this sugar bowl? Why is it so special?" I say to my father.
"How did you find out about the sugar bowl?" He replied in a cautious tone.
"Dad, I'm not deaf, I hear your little meetings in the other room. So why is it so important?" I ask jokingly.
"That discussion is for when you are older. Now how did you sleep?" My father said in a demanding tone as he handed me my breakfast.
"Well, I had that stupid dream again. I don't think I told you about it. We were eating breakfast and all was well. Then, I saw fire. I smelt smoke and I saw fire. When I was fully engulfed in the flames, I could see nothing. Just pitch black. I heard a middle aged man say what seemed to be a catchphrase. 'The World is Quiet Here'". I get the dream almost every night. It's so stupid! It messes with my brain an-...
"Well I'm glad that dream isn't real," he cut off my thought.
"Aren't we all?" I say trying to ease the conversation. Wait? Why do I smell smoke? No, my brain is probably messing with me again. "Hey dad, did you turn the stove off?" I ask him just to make sure.
"What? why?"
"I SMELL SMOKE DAD!!" This CAN'T be happening. My dream is coming to life. I glance in the other room and...
F i r e.
I get dragged by my father to the other side of the dining room. Under a carpet, he opens a secret trapdoor. "Hurry get inside..." He puts something in my pocket and he tells me to keep it safe. "The World is Quiet Here"
I look down only to see tunnels.
Prologue to x reader
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Journaling (A Quigley x Reader)
Gizem / GerilimRead the title... Oh and please don't judge because this is literally my first book to be published. Please and thank you. #1 in Baudelaire!!! Thank you!
