ANNATORIA
“Uh…” That statement still ringing in my head, my thumb feverishly pressed my lips to stop it from trembling. But that hardly worked because the cold was working hard to make me succumb. However, because it seemed like the strange voice I was hearing was trying to say something, I gathered strength and demanded, “Who… Wh-Who are y-you?”
‘Your master,’ it replied, and another shaky breath left me.
I must be running mad. “Wh… What?”
“Annatoria!” Mr. Thorne’s concerned voice instantly cut through before I could hear a response. As his echoing footsteps rushed closer, the voice in my head departed, taking the iciness with it. “What’s wrong?” Mr. Thorne asked, his knees pressing the ground as he pulled me to his chest.
“Uhm…” I shuddered one last time, my eyes closing, then ope
