Chapter: Chapter 2. Sightseeing

In the pitch black darkness, there is a soft sound calling her name: "Mirabel..."

"Mirabel..." The strange voice grows louder. Crackles spark under her feet as her claws dig into a marble floor under a thin layer of water. Like oil it glitters against the endless backdrop of a starlit sky. Countless rows of marble walkways and statues, litter the landscape in physically impossible orientations. "Who goes there?!" Mirabel yells as she turns around to the direction of the voice. The voice responds in the same calm and soft tone: "Come..." Mirabel's agitation quickly turns into confusion and dread, as she turns around. Her bright purple eyes reflecting the flames. "Wh- What?!" She yelps out in terror.
Mirabel looks to the crimson sky. Flames engulf the sky painting the oily black horizon into vivid oranges and reds. Against the blinding light of the sea of flames, three bright stars shine through and among them an hole dark like the void devouring a moon.
"AAAAH!" The screams echo in the small round upstairs bedroom as Mirabel jolts up. The tranquillity of early morning light fills the room with a soft haze as Mirabel sits up, holding her violet blanket close to her chest. "Ugh... What a horrible nightmare. Crazy how real that all felt." she says to herself as the dream lets go of her thoughts. She gets out of her bed. Her paws digging into the warmth of her blanket that rests halfway to the floor. “Gods how early is it?” she says, still dazed by the abruptness of her awakening. “I could’ve sworn I slept way past our trip to Rowanill.” She gets up from her bed and grabs her thin indigo nightgown. “Well, I might as well get up now. Erika did say she’s a morning person.” She says as she slips on the silky soft robe barely long enough to rest on her backside. “Me? Not so much. But at least I had made sure last night to have my coffee pot ready for the morning” the text box says as she is holding up a floral-patterned blue porcelain mug with white stalks and light pink flowers. The steam of freshly brewed coffee floating in the air with an aroma familiar to her.