Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H Read Free Book Online Page B

healing was my only priority, and it was for three hourglasses for four days a week. 
    Srogeri leaves me to guide myself by the map, in which the task is easy for the map indicates me where to go. Wherever I stand there’s a blue dot that represents me. If I go the wrong way large words emerge on red ink,
    “WRONG WAY. ” Making the path completely obvious, then a red twine appears in the map, showing the correct path. “East…stairs…” I mumble fixedly looking at the map. I follow the map not seeing anything else. My inattention helps me lose track of my surrounding. I stumble upon someone—our foreheads collide and our behinds hit the hard floor. “Ouch…” I whine, holding my throbbing forehead, it’s as if I hit a rock. The girl I bumped into crawls to me and oddly massages my forehead. She seems to be free from pain unlike me. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking,” she mumbles. I foolishly watch how the elf girl rubs me as if I’m a child. I jerk away from the awkward girl. I take my sheet and unsteadily manage to stand.
    The girl picks up her sheet—I assume the reason for the stumbling is because we’re strictly into our maps to pay any attention, so there’s really no one to blame. I scowl to see the weird name on my schedule.
    “I think you have my sheet.” I mutter. She giggles, and passes me the sheet with my name, I give hers back.
    “ I am Azania by the way. I see we will have all the same classes, except for physical training. I’m getting meditation courses,” her accent is deep, like the people from the north. She’s cute and short. Her large long ears stick out of her blonde-greenish hair, her large blue eyes brilliant, almost scary. She looks young, maybe Jorsay’s age or younger.
    “Oh…all-right…umm...sorry about that… bye.” I say awkwardly and rush to the stairs. I’m not interesting in socializing, especially in my brother’s body.
    “See you soon…bye Jorsay!” the happy girl yells waving her hand on the air. I ignore the strange little girl and continue to the second floor.
    I look around the hallway with many numbered doors. I sigh, beaten. I’m annoyed by the castle’s immensity. I stroll down the arch shape hall that seems to move in circles as I walk, making me feel smaller with every step. I suddenly feel dysfunctional by the magic. It’s weakening me, sucking my life.
    Aft er a long walk, the map signals stop. In front of me is a white wooden arc door, number 0322. I flighty knock. It’s always polite to knock, but as nobody answers, I creep in.  I take small steps staring around at the round room with six full-sized beds around it, dress in gold with white sheets, matching the fascinating walls and creative spinning ceiling. I gag. If I see more walls moving I swear I’ll fall.
    “Hello!” I bellow, but there’s no answer. I purse my lips, and walk around the room feeling the walls—touching the silky sheets, realizing that room is now my home, at least until the day I die… which means…whenever.
    “Hey, you must be the new ki d,” the voice of a man startles me. I swivel, and halt when I come face to face with a man who’s drying his wet hair with a towel. My mouth drops to the ground and my heart sails to an unthinkable place. I abruptly forget how to breathe, how to swallow. In front of me stands the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life, his excellence makes me question reality.
     
     
     

 
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    Surroundings
     
     
    That’s not the body of a man. It’s the body of a divinity, a man like that couldn’t possibly be created on this world. Magic must’ve constructed him, because in my existence a perfect man could not be made. Suddenly, my world shifts slowly and I see the room go in circles. The man’s mouth opens but I only observe the way his gentle wet lips mouthed. I’m careless, ludicrous with wild sensations. He steadily walks towards me, my heart now puncturing. My knees wobbling.
    The closer he gets, the faster