Emilie Bell
Emilie turned around at the sound of a voice. She hadn't heard anyone behind her, and yet, there someone was. At first, she thought she had thought she was daydreaming up someone to talk to her, because the man in front of her didn't look like the men back home. Most of the men back home had all of their limbs. Maybe he was some sort of army veteran? One that "I... er... God of what?" Came Emilie's broken reply, her face showing no understanding of what the man was talking about. Was he referencing a Greek God? Did people even worship Greek gods and goddesses anymore? She wasn't certain... And what was that other name he'd mentioned...? Zertia? Where the heck was that?
When he went onto saying how she didn't know what he was talking about, she gave a little nod. He went onto asking her why she was in the temple if she didn't know about the god, and she would've replied if not for his next question.
"Excuse me? I've been teased about my appearance before, but I thought it was-" Her attention was drawn away by the sound of another voice, and this one was attached to a woman. Immediately, Emilie's mind went to the stories she'd been brought up with as a child, and took a few steps back as the woman approached. If Emilie had really been spirited away, was this woman the one that did it? And if so, did that mean that she was going to be eaten?
Emilie, calm down. They were just stories. They were just stories. They. Were. Just. Stories. Said Emilie's inner reasoning and logic. Still, even if they were just stories, they didn't explain this woman's appearance!
She froze in place when the woman came close to her, taking a piece of her hair and examining it closely. She went onto asking if were were a fairy in disguise, or an unawakened one. She went onto asking if Emilie actually wasn't anything special. Back home, Emilie would've been ecstatic to find someone who thought her to be a regular human like the rest, but now Emilie thought some sort of teleportation fairy magic would be welcomed right about now.
She edged towards the man. He hadn't seemed very threatening to her, while the woman definitely put Emilie on edge. She went onto watching the exchange between the man and the woman, unsure what to make of it all. When the woman proceeded to fly upright and turn away from them, Emilie's logical side broke into a panic.
You were feeling a bit sick to your stomach before the photo shoot, weren't you? Maybe you just had a bit of a faint and now you're dreaming. Strange dream, ain't it? Came Emilie's inner voice.
The golden-eyed girl was so focused on listening to her inner voice that she didn't catch the woman's warning. So, when a red orb appeared in the woman's hands, Emilie was unprepared. There was sudden chaos, and glancing around in horror she saw people she hadn't noticed before, suddenly dead around her. Her eyes grew very wide, and she let out a short scream, her hands coming up to cover her mouth.
When the woman landed next to her and the man, she darted around to hide behind the man, her hands lowering only to grasp each other. Emilie had never seen such violence, and she never wished to again. She couldn't meet the woman's eyes and she couldn't find her voice either. She could only stand behind the man, and tremble, her eyes on the stone floor of the temple.