A New World

The sounds of birds singing its sweet morning melody woke her up. She stretched her arms over her head in a yawn. 

'Was it morning already?'

She didn't feel like waking up, the bed was comfortable, too comfortable. She grips the sheet in her palms. 'This sheet is so soft.' She admired how the fabric felt between her fingers.

A cold breeze then went shivers down her skin, the sweet air entering her nostrils. It smelled of pies. Apple pies.

Her air didn't smell of pies in the mornings. Only smoke and pollution from the cars speeding down the roads.

She listens to the sound of the violin being played beautifully, the chirping birds joining in on the tune as well. It sounded too beautiful, too peaceful.

'To be my home. It couldn't be.' She finally flew out of the sheets and to confirm her thoughts, it was in fact not her home.

She sat upright on the bed, watching around the tiny aesthetic room she was resting in. The bed picked up most of the space.

And the wooden walls were shaped like triangles on one side. Aging pictures decorate the wall in front of her and in a corner a single weirdly pink plant rested. The walls as well the floor was dirty wood, with a tiny white carpet on it. 

Amber turned her head to the right, taking in the calming beauty of the entire room. She shifted to her right of the bed and leaned over the edge, where she passed her finger along a small old dusty shelf. 

She picked out a book, dust the cover, and scrolled through the ink-filled pages before replacing it on the shelf as she couldn't read the words.

***

For whatever reason, she was a little too excited when she continued to gape at the room. It was so simple but looked so antique.

There was dim orange lighting caused by the lamp at the bedside but the natural light from the sun shone through the windows behind her.

She got out of the bed, the ceiling was just high enough so that she could stand. Her nose for dessert followed the apple pie and when she looked through the window, her eyes almost widened. She parted the short curtains to get a better view.

Through the window, she took in the beautiful sight of a market. However, it wasn't the market she was accustomed to. People dressed tidily and neat walked along a stone road, kids holding their parents' hands as they skipped and gawked at the goods on sale. Vendors loaded their foods and fruits over the wooden counter for a few early morning sales and the ones who weren't shopping only roamed around the area. A few looked to be guards since they were only in the same one spot.

Amber's curious big green eyes could only widen ever so slightly. She smiled when she saw the lady behind the violin, her long blonde hair wrapped as she played, smiling at the children who danced in circles around her, some putting their little penny in her suitcase and others gripping their parents' clothing to pay as well. 

The sight made Amber pout with cuteness and the fruit pies that were being sold by what looked like two couples made her stomach churned. She licked her lips, the sun made them glistened, tempting her even more.

That reminded her that she still had no clue where was and she had to go outside either way, not only for the delicious fruit pie. 

She turned to face the chipped painted door and heard a commotion right when she was about to turn the handle. She put her ears against  the wood.

"I think she's still asleep. Maybe we should leave her." 

"Open the door, Arsan!" 

"Open the door?"

"That's what I said, didn't I!"

"B-but she's" 

"Arsan!" 

The door flung open at the same time, Amber's head still being against it. Her body fell to the floor when the door collided with her head.

She groaned and massaged her temples. 

"Oh no, is that you Miss Lane?" Arsan called from under the threshold.

She sent him an awkward smile and quickly got on her feet. "Uhm, yes." She prayed he didn't ask why she was behind the door, the situation already being awkward.

Her eyes then moved to Arveion who stood slightly behind Arsan. He tensed when her eyes met his and his defined jaw ticked.

The corners of his lips twitched up, "I can see your nipples through those." He says his morning voice raspy, before breaking eye contact. 

Amber flushed when she turned her back to them, looking down at the transparent robe she had on. Her nipples were indeed peaking. She felt her cheeks heated and then placed her palms to cover her over breast, she turned to face them again.

"Don't worry about him." He shooed Arveion with his hands, and he sighed when he walked off.

"It'll be handled, how about we go downstairs." He smiled at her, and she walked through the door to join him.

She walked beside him when he asked, "How did you manage to get hit—" 

"Uhm, where are we going?" She tried to change the subject, but Arsan laughed knowing exactly what she was doing.

"We're going to get you a change of clothing, Miss. Lane."

"Oh, you could call me Amber." She looked at his side view and he turned his eyes to look at hers.

"Okay, Miss. Amber." 

She scoffed at his joke and paused once they were down the stairs. It was beautiful, however uncomfortable as everyone stopped to look at her. Gigantic columns decorated in gold, lined the entire floor hallway to the large wooden doors, accompanied by three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. 

It looked like a fairy tale, with many staircases and colorful plants along the handrail. It was dimly lit, with light shining through the tin long house-shaped windows 

There were also many bookshelves and benches but an open space to walk.

"No need to be afraid." Arsan nudged her and she nodded. 

"Do they always stare like that?" She whispered and at the same time, Indigo called out for them.

"Hey, Amber, Arsan I'm over here." She pushed through a crowd and ran to them with her hand signaling over her head, drawing even more attention.

She smiled at them with her hands on her hips, "Good morning you two." Her eyes then went to Amber's stating the obvious when she said, "You know everyone can see your nipples through that right." 

Amber quickly replaced her hand over her shirt again. She was so excited that she forgot.

"Come on, I'll get you something to wear." Indigo linked their arms together and dragged her along back up the stairs.

She sent a wave to Arsan as she struggled to keep up with Indigo's steps. They went up the same stairs but took another hallway, stopping in front of a door.

"I'll be right back…" Indigo entered the room, and Amber waited outside listening to the sound of rampaging and heavy footsteps across the room. She turned to a photo behind her on the wall. It was a beautiful scenery, a small cottage with an ethereal garden with a mesmerizing glow. In the middle of the garden was a pregnant subline woman with blonde locks and eyes the color of the garden.

Amber narrowed her eyes to take in the painting but at the same time, Indigo burst through the door. 

"I finally found something, come on let's go." The two walked back through the hall, leading to the room Amber was staying in.

"Here, I think you'll look good in these," Indigo gestured to her folded clothes once they were back to the room, "I hope they fit." 

Indigo was slightly shorter and took a more skinny appearance compared to Amber's curves.

"Thank you." She took it from her, held it to her chest, and used her other hand to open the door.

"I've gotta go, the quad wanted to meet you though. We'll be in the garden. Right back down the stairs and through the big wooden doors you saw earlier." 

"Wait…" Before she could finish Indigo was already on her way through the halls. 'Where exactly is through the wooden doors?' She was going to ask, but she's sure she'll find it. (She was sure she'll find it either way.)

She entered the room and then got dressed in the outfit Indigo chose.