Black or White CH. 2

Everyone was lining up to go in. Since my last name is Warbler, I'm always last. Anyone can see that's a perfect set up for running away or abduction. But I wasn't the type to run away, just hide in a corner. Then, I was shy and obedient. Now, not so much.

Just after the girl before me went through the door they nabbed me. One moment I'm about to walk into the classroom, the next I'm in a black vortex of, I don't know what, perhaps antimatter, with thin strands of green.

I can't say I saw much of the in-between but it probably was what I now realize can only be the dark corridor, forbidden to all and thus hardly known. That doesn't stop Zaranell. It never had, if anything, it motivates her; gives her the insatiable desire to fulfill its mysteriously foreboding deeds. Her only wish is to rebel against her mother and twin; to be everything they're not. I think this came from when they were identical and she was mistaken for the one who was her dead opposite, distinguishing her true self only came when she yelled and mocked and insulted their every attribute to her heart's content. This led to her "departure", when she ran away and used the dark corridor for the first time.

She uses it all the time now, for every world she goes to. Really, only convicts or criminals use it as an escape route because the white corridor is much more stable and less hard on your soul/heart/aura/magic/energy/chakra. Whichever your culture calls it. It very well could be reared from your body and both would become instantly useless and float about in inter-dimensional space for all of the rest of eternity. Not fun. Wearing black clothes covering everything can protect you for short term (not that I've done it myself…..I just know a lot about Paradox Legion who we're always trying to catch and thus we gather all the info we can on them), but I wasn't wearing any at the time. Zaranell, of course was wearing her classic uniform of a floor length, long-sleeved obsidian dress, black gloves, boots, leggings, and of course the iconic wrap which covered her features not only for caution but to hide her face and hair from those who would think her Caramel. She looks like a bandit princess, which in this occasion wasn't far from true. She was kidnapping me because she wanted the house for herself as she claims would be her inheritance from being firstborn.  Not like she ran away in the first place or anything. I of course hadn't the slightest idea what she was rambling on about, of the entire realm of existence I would make with my own hands and a little magic.

But it very well could have been the prophecy that really put hostility into her ludicrous seemingly arbitrary demands…..