Chapter 47: The Phoenix
"Rosa? Rosa? Wake up Rosa."
Rosalind stirred in her bed and her eyes fluttered open, taking in the environment.
Warm rays of sunlight were trickling in through her bedroom window and the pleasant sound of a wind bell ringing could be heard in the distance.
She looked at her fingers and her eyebrows came together in confusion.
Her hands were small and dainty, no bigger than the hands of a thirteen year old.
’Was I dreaming?’
She could not exactly recall what had happened but a part of her felt like she had been living a nightmare for a very long time.
Rosa yawned, suddenly feeling sleepy and was about to lay back down when she felt a cold hand grasp onto her wrist.
"ROSALIND!"
Her eyes shot open and she was met with a foul ugly face, ominous red eyes and long black horns.
Rosalind immediately sat up straight, her bedsheet wrapped around her body as she woke up.