Lionheartiism:
The young girl slowly stood up, feeling actually pretty bad. It almost felt like her head was going to fall apart any minute now. She had no idea what was going on but that wouldn’t stop her.
“ What is this? Did someone put a spell on me….I demand an answer! “
Though demanded, no answer would come. Her voice just bounced back, as if the room mocked her itself. It seemed inhospitable for anyone. The only furniture to be found was the table she was lying on. It was hard as a rock and freezing, just like the rest of the room.
If there were going to be answers to Jasmine’s questions, she would have to start finding them herself.














