Awakening and Doubt (9)

Suddenly, Hewie speaks up, her voice gentle and soothing. "Alaire, calm down. It's still possible to repair the mirror." She says in a calming tone and flies down to me, settling down on my chest before folding her wings.

Her shiny black eyes stare into my own bright green ones. There's something about her eyes... Something that I can't quite explain.

Actually, she also feels light. It's almost like nothing is sitting on top of me. Since she's a smaller bird, it might be that the pain is greater than her weight.

I reach out to her, and I carefully pet her, trying to calm myself down. My hands are trembling slightly. The small trickle of blood is running down my finger from the cut, which I've gotten thanks to the glass shards when I was taking them out.

Is it the pain that dulls the sensation of her feathers? I can feel something very subtly, although the pain running through my whole body over prevails over the sensation of her feathers that look very fluffy.

The mirror shards alongside the mirror itself are safely in my other hand as Hewie then starts speaking again, seemingly not bothered by my gentle caressing.

"It broke due to the impact of the overwhelming amount of magic which you released back in the Haunted Glade." She explains, and I stare at her, my hand stopping as I retreat it.

'How does she know so much? It's now kinda unsettling. She always has an answer or explanation to basically everything.' That's when I start to get suspicious of her.

"Hewie... Who are you really?" I ask her with a serious tone. Now that I think about it, I don't know anything about her. She just appeared the day that I arrived here.

At that time, she sounded like she knew exactly who I was, but... I only know her name and looks. Now, I can't even be sure that this is her real identity and appearance.

She only gives me a silent stare, making me nervous. My heart beats fast whilst my injuries sting a bit when my body tenses up.

I can't seem to read her. Despite that, she can always read me perfectly. Like I'm an open book to her, while she's a sealed book to me.

The silence between us stretches for what feels like hours, yet are merely just a few seconds. This deafening silence is making me even more nervous.

The hairs on my skin stand as I feel a chill run down my spine once that gentle and calm voice rings through the room once more.

"Just calm down and recover first, Alaire. That's our main priority right now." Her voice breaks the silence after some time, giving me goosebumps.

'Right, she also knows how to write my name correctly. Wait... When did I ever tell her my name? I haven't told her, have I?'

Now, I'm feeling disturbed. Cold sweat runs down my face as my expression darkens a bit in slight terror. 'She used to call me by all sorts of nicknames, but not my name...'

I stare at her. All pain forgotten in this very moment, overtaken by agitation and doubt once her shiny black eyes lock onto my own. They pierce right through my soul.

I never realised this before, but everything about her is enigmatic. I can't find any good excuses for her actions. She just knows everything. Literally. And yet, something about her screams 'familiar'....

And just like that, I let my guard down from the veey start without noticing. I fell for her trap...