The first thing in her thoughts when conciousness came back was, Is that lavender I smell?

Oh, heavens! Not lavender!

Evelyn Summers is roses and peach!

Who put lavenders in here?

She moved her head to the side, scowling at the sight of a small glass jar with purple liquid and a few stalks of lavender. The walls of whatever room she was in were in bright rays of orange, completely contrasting the lavenders and the dull-coloured wooden-framed pictures. Specks of white splattered, like starry decor near shelves of books and scented candles. Most of them were purple in colour. The room was dark and cool, the kind of room you'd like when feeling sleepy.

Her fingers fiddled, feeling a soft surface. She moved her feet, feeling a slight burn. Her head was on something comfortable, and white.

She could tell she was on a bed.

Last thing she remembered, she pissed off two men and slipped on bat feces in a cave. Last time she checked, there was surely no beds in the cave. Unless they were some kind of magical creature.

Beside her, there were more beds, beanbags and couches. And not to forget a height chart with doodles on them. Wherever she was, it must be a place for having a rest of some sorts.

"What kind of place is this?"

"She's awake."

From the door came a boy, around Evelyn's age, with.... purple hair. What is it with purple lavenders here? She normally did not care much about the clothing of strangers, but he looked so bold, and odd, that she couldn't possibly ignore it. He wore a chequered vest on a teal shirt- perfectly clean and ironed-and glasses. Glittery, golden ones.

Though she liked the choice of glitter, her eyes darted all over him.

Who is he?

He could be a leader of the two men, or their friend. Whomever he was, she didn't know him and he could've done possibly anything to her. Evelyn slept in random houses regularly back in Frostville, mostly because she knew everyone, and no one would be brave enough to hurt a destinied Chosen One (She could've hit them all with her shoe). But this was not Frostville.

He looked like a Northener citizen, with muscular build and tanned skin. People from Frostville, in Southland, were most of the time (there were always exceptions, of course) different, tall, thin and pale.

I can't be that far from home, now, can I?

He wore a grin on his face. "I expected a 'Where am I?', or a 'What is this place?'. But I guess that'd do."

"Since you asked, where am I? And who are you? I've never met someone with such... style before."

"It's cool, huh? These glasses..." Though it could be merely a piece of imagination, it appeared that his orange eyes turned yellow. He took off the glittery things. "Who said you can't look good with bad eyesight?"

"Are we in a cave?"

"I'd die than go living in a cave, dear. You're in a building. Not a cave, not a jungle, not outer space, and not a volcano. Building."

She remembered being knocked in the head. She may have woken up for a bit- or it could be just a dream- and felt thorns cutting her skin. Then she was there. No men, no cave, no feces, and no thorns, greeted by lavender and a colorful-looking boy.

Now I understand what being Harry Potter or say, Percy Jackson must feel like.

"Am I getting insane?"

"No. You look sane," he slid back the glasses on. "Messy, but sane."

She lifted her hand, despite a cracking noise and ran it through her hair. She plucked out something, and stared at the leaf with a wrinkled forehead. "Which sane person has a leaf in their hair?"

"Uh, someone who sleeps in the jungle? You, for example."

"I didn't-"

Then another person came in.

It was a girl, tall and dark-skinned. Her braided black hair fell upon her shoulders. She bore a deep, sour face as she stepped beside the boy. "Zach!" she said. "Didn't I tell you to call me when she wakes up?"

"You'll make her feel like a prey. Like you did with like, everyone else."

She scoffed, and turned her sharp grey eyes straight into Evelyn's golden ones. So the boy- Zach, was right. She did felt like a prey, like she was observed and pried to the deepest thoughts.

Evelyn looked away. Unluckily, her gaze landed on a coiled whip in the belt loops the girl was wearing. And based on her constant touch on it, she knew how to use it well.

"Come on, chill," he touched her shoulder, then quickly pulled back when she glared. "She won't do any harm."

"I won't do any harm."

"See?"

"She could be some kind of spy, or a special agent, trying to gain information about us. The most innocent-looking are usually the dangerous ones."

"Yeah, I'm also a ninja killing robot alien mutant assasin."

"Funny."

"Come on, now, look at her dress! Glittery pink! I finally found a glitter-loving friend. And she's sarcastic too! Don't ruin this."

She grunted.

"Sorry for her stare, I'm Zach. Zachary Dante. Fashion extraordinare."

"Don't tell her your name-"

"This is Alexa."

"Why you-" she looked up at the ceiling, in a frustrated way, and sighed. "Idiot."

"Yeah, thanks for the affectionate nickname, sweetheart."

Evelyn spoke before she could lash out whatever harsh thing she attempted to say. "Why am I here? And again, what is this place?"

"Well," Zach's eyes were amber, and they turned to Alexa who nodded grimly. "We found you by the jungle. Asleep-"

"Semi-concious."

"Okay, fine. Semi-concious, tied up, gagged and blindfolded. With no phone or any shoes."

Oh,yes, I threw them away at Dorian.

Is he here?

She found herself stretching her neck and looking around in case Dorian was hiding behind the shelves or something. You could never be too careful.

"Are you even paying attention?" Alexa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes."

She shook her head, then looked at the lavender jar. "You don't look like you come by will, obviously. So seeing you in such a state, sent here, among our jungles, it could only mean one thing. But I still think otherwise."

"You're an Arcan," Zach spread his hands dramatically, with an exaggarated booming voice. Of course I'm not an Arcan.

But before she could protest, in case they intended to kill Arcans, like some towns did, he added, "Just like us!"

She froze.

And suddenly felt like a toddler, barely knowing anything.

Maybe the Earth had been egg-shaped all this while. Who knows?

I'm really going to get insane soon.

In her prophecy, her job was like nothing, merely to maintain peace.

Her destiny is peace!
Peace, she shall spread and keep!
Beautiful, beautiful, peace!

The Chosen One
Shall spread
And keep
The peace.

She used to make fun of the line about peace stirrers. Who'd do that, except Arcans, whom mostly were already extinct? Supported by citizens of Frostville, she had no problem punishing them, thinking she was already doing a good job, accepting all the compliments and praises.
Like her prophecy was done.

But they were in Frostville.
And there she was.

With two Arcans.

Thinking she was one of them.

They could be eating me alive if they know who I am.

The person who imprisoned Arcans, and led Frostville in an event to ashame them.The person whose self-proclaimed goal was to get rid of them for good, and make everyone proud, and get their attention as the special, heroic, beautiful Chosen One.

Even toddlers knew what Arcans do. Chosen One or not, they were not friendly kittens.

Deadlier than vampires.Savager than wolves.

All of sudden, the pair of grey, eagle eyes and colourful, yellow ones were like a predator's to her, eyeing their prey with full interest.

Which was, well, her.