Chapter 41 Prism of Illusion (2)
A smile tugged on her lips, tears glistened as happiness welled up inside her, slipping down her cheeks. Her fingers trembled as she peeled away the wrapping. The anticipation buzzed under her skin, an unfamiliar warmth flooding her chest. A gift. For her. For once, they had remembered.
She paused when she felt something odd within the box, shifting ever so slightly. The silk paper rustled, a faint hiss escaping from beneath it.
The moment she pulled the lid off.
The air turned cold.
Slitted eyes locked onto hers.
A black snake, curled before raising its head, its slitted eyes gaze at her with intrigue.
"Little White." she murmured. Her brows furrowed deeper, fractions of strange memories of a white snake, a dragon, a human flickered through her head.
She groaned, her head buzzed with pain, it was like her skull was ripped apart by the sudden burst of memories. She gripped her head, her eyes dilating.
"Olivia," she heard the panicked voice of her family, a raw emotion of pain washed over her.
"I'm fine," Olivia shook her head, " The system... wasn't Freya chosen to fight the monsters?" she asked.
Their eyes flickered with a malicious intent, a look that Olivia missed, as she gently hit her head to clear her thoughts.