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Authors: Jennifer Fallon
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that seemed to float high above a sea of light.
The room she was confined to seemed both strange and familiar at the same time. The bed was deliciously comfortable, with crisp white linen and a down-filled quilt so soft and fluffy it was like being wrapped in a cloud. There was a small table and chair, and another comfortable padded chair by the window, all of unfamiliar design and covered in unfamiliar fabrics. But that was where any familiarity stopped.
There was an odd box-like instrument with glowing numbers, whose function she could not fathom, on the side table. The light in this room came from small holes in the ceiling, which came on at the flick of a switch. There was also a small room near the perpetually locked door that contained the largest and most perfect mirror Teagan had ever laid eyes on, a deep bath with hot water anytime she wanted and a waterfall that came out of the ceiling above it. There was a strange device for relieving herself that flushed away her bodily wastes with drinking water.
Her captors were kind but uncommunicative. They gave her something for the headache and having assured themselves that she was unharmed and not fretting too much, they left her alone in this room that seemed to hover above a light ocean, telling her nothing about where she was or why they had brought her here.
The glass on the huge window was smooth and flawless. It was cool against her forehead as she looked down, trying to guess how far she was above ground. It was impossible to say, but the vista that lay before her was a sight to behold. There were so many other tall buildings. Below her, many of the lights moved in orderly ribbons weaving between the static lights, while others turned red, then orange then green, over and over in an endless cycle. Teagan couldn't image what was going on down there on the ground. She only knew one thing for certain - this was not her reality.
It was, in all likelihood, the realm without magic where Renkavana and Pete and Logan Doherty came from.
Her excitement at the prospect of seeing their world compensated more than adequately - at least for the time being - for the loss of her sister.
She turned at the sound of the door opening. This time it wasn't one of her silent captors come to bring her food or water. It was an attractive and disturbingly familiar woman dressed in a grey tweed jacket and a matching skirt that stopped - shockingly - just above her knees, revealing shapely legs encased in stockings so sheer they appeared to be painted on. She was wearing shoes with high heels that tapered to a narrow point, which looked impossible to walk on, and had her dark hair pulled into a sleek chignon. Teagan was sure she'd seen her before, but she couldn't remember where.
The woman closed the door behind her and leaned on it for a moment, studying Teagan with interest.
"Do I know you?"
Her visitor pushed off the door and walked into the room. She seemed amused. "So much for the famed Japanese grace and manners I've heard so much about. Are you always so forthright?"
"Only after being kidnapped."
The woman smiled. "My, aren't you a feisty little thing?" She took a seat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, content to keep some distance between them.
You don't know the half of it , lady . Teagan decided it was about time to take charge of her fate. She stepped away from the window and squared her shoulders, drawing herself up to her full height. "I am Kōgō Heika Teagan, Empress of the Universe. You should address me as Heika."
The woman smiled. "And you may call me Mother."
"You're not my mother."
"It is a title of respect, Heika , not a bid for your affection. Is there anything you need?"
"You could send me home."
"Other than that."
"Where's my sister?"
"Back in your realm."
"Is she unharmed?"
"I couldn't say," Mother said with a shrug. "Whoever exploded the rift on the other side, did it without any thought for the danger to the people in or around the
The room she was confined to seemed both strange and familiar at the same time. The bed was deliciously comfortable, with crisp white linen and a down-filled quilt so soft and fluffy it was like being wrapped in a cloud. There was a small table and chair, and another comfortable padded chair by the window, all of unfamiliar design and covered in unfamiliar fabrics. But that was where any familiarity stopped.
There was an odd box-like instrument with glowing numbers, whose function she could not fathom, on the side table. The light in this room came from small holes in the ceiling, which came on at the flick of a switch. There was also a small room near the perpetually locked door that contained the largest and most perfect mirror Teagan had ever laid eyes on, a deep bath with hot water anytime she wanted and a waterfall that came out of the ceiling above it. There was a strange device for relieving herself that flushed away her bodily wastes with drinking water.
Her captors were kind but uncommunicative. They gave her something for the headache and having assured themselves that she was unharmed and not fretting too much, they left her alone in this room that seemed to hover above a light ocean, telling her nothing about where she was or why they had brought her here.
The glass on the huge window was smooth and flawless. It was cool against her forehead as she looked down, trying to guess how far she was above ground. It was impossible to say, but the vista that lay before her was a sight to behold. There were so many other tall buildings. Below her, many of the lights moved in orderly ribbons weaving between the static lights, while others turned red, then orange then green, over and over in an endless cycle. Teagan couldn't image what was going on down there on the ground. She only knew one thing for certain - this was not her reality.
It was, in all likelihood, the realm without magic where Renkavana and Pete and Logan Doherty came from.
Her excitement at the prospect of seeing their world compensated more than adequately - at least for the time being - for the loss of her sister.
She turned at the sound of the door opening. This time it wasn't one of her silent captors come to bring her food or water. It was an attractive and disturbingly familiar woman dressed in a grey tweed jacket and a matching skirt that stopped - shockingly - just above her knees, revealing shapely legs encased in stockings so sheer they appeared to be painted on. She was wearing shoes with high heels that tapered to a narrow point, which looked impossible to walk on, and had her dark hair pulled into a sleek chignon. Teagan was sure she'd seen her before, but she couldn't remember where.
The woman closed the door behind her and leaned on it for a moment, studying Teagan with interest.
"Do I know you?"
Her visitor pushed off the door and walked into the room. She seemed amused. "So much for the famed Japanese grace and manners I've heard so much about. Are you always so forthright?"
"Only after being kidnapped."
The woman smiled. "My, aren't you a feisty little thing?" She took a seat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, content to keep some distance between them.
You don't know the half of it , lady . Teagan decided it was about time to take charge of her fate. She stepped away from the window and squared her shoulders, drawing herself up to her full height. "I am Kōgō Heika Teagan, Empress of the Universe. You should address me as Heika."
The woman smiled. "And you may call me Mother."
"You're not my mother."
"It is a title of respect, Heika , not a bid for your affection. Is there anything you need?"
"You could send me home."
"Other than that."
"Where's my sister?"
"Back in your realm."
"Is she unharmed?"
"I couldn't say," Mother said with a shrug. "Whoever exploded the rift on the other side, did it without any thought for the danger to the people in or around the
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