Trix

I started coughing. Something in the room I was in smelled like bleach... it smelled horrible. I could barely see past the yellow-green mist in the room. I covered my face with my hand and tried to find a window, but there was none.
"Breathe, little girl!" a demonic voice shouted. "Breathe as much of the chlorine as you can!"
Chlorine... I couldn't remember... what was chlorine? I tried feeling my way around. There was something soft on a nearby table. Now I couldn't see at all anymore. I coughed even more. I heard familiar, scary sounds...
"I don't think these voice modulators work well with gas masks," a different voice spoke. It sounded calm, caring... serene.
"Silence!" the demonic voice boomed. "This young girl will die in agony!"
"She can't die, remember?" the serene voice replied. "Neither can her sister. The closest thing to death that they will ever get is by going into a coma, or by dying of old age. Their bloodline limit holds that much power."
"She will lose her memory, however... of her true bloodline," a third, shrill voice spoke. "She will be raised on the planet of Aicafrus, in the Ya Wyk Lim galaxy, by the Ueirrednav family. She shall soon succumb to the poisonous gas, perhaps within ten minutes, perhaps within thirty, then we will take her from this hidden place to Airotciv Taerg Street in D'nal Erith Ron."
I gasped. I was being gassed... which meant that chlorine was a toxic gas... was this how I lost my memory? No... they said Airotciv Taerg Street, not Revenue Street... so what was going on? I carefully snatched whatever my hand was on at the moment. It felt like plastic. I felt my way around and found another one, which I also took.
"What on Aicafrus is she doing?" the shrill voice asked.
"She is taking the stockings and gloves I left for her," the serene voice said.
"IDIOT!" the demonic voice boomed. "YOU LEFT HER--"
"She's cold, isn't she?" the serene voice calmly interrupted. "I can't stand seeing a cute six-year old like her shiver from the cold weather."
Six-year old? Me? I was six years old? I felt like a nineteen-year old... was this a dream of the past, or maybe from the point of view of a different girl? I knew what I was taking with me, however, and while I did feel cold, I didn't think I was going to have time enough to put the stockings and gloves on. But I had to. The cold was unbearable, almost just as much as the tightness I felt in my chest, the difficulty I had breathing, the coughing and wheezing, and the sore throat all at once. It felt as though hours went by.
"Won't the gas contaminate the stockings and gloves?" a fourth, feminine voice spoke. Unlike the others, it was a natural one, not one modified like the other free.
"No," the serene voice replied. "Those are made of a fabric that prevents contamination. It was made during the first chemical war on this planet."
"Wh-where is K-Kari? And R-Rosie?" I asked. I could barely speak, but somehow I got the courage to talk.
"Rosie?" the demonic voice repeated. "Who is Rosie?"
"Kari? Who's Kari?" the shrill voice asked.
I felt weaker and weaker. I couldn't move... I closed my eyes.

"AAH!"
I sat up straight, breathing heavily. It was just a nightmare... an awfully realistic one. I took a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Kari asked. "You were moaning in your sleep, and I didn't want to wake you."
"Y-yeah," I said softly. "Just a nightmare."
"Want to talk about it?"
"N-no, sorry," I replied. Kari nodded in understanding. "Rosie's unable to move, her wounds are too severe. We leave her behind--"
"NO!" I shouted. "I REFUSE TO LET YOU JUST STAND THERE AND LET HER DIE!"
"What's going on?"
Kari and I turned to look around. Rosie stood there, wearing a blue dress and black tights with blue shoes. I noticed that her tights were starting to ladder, and there was a few blood stains on it. "Nothing," Kari said innocently.
"You were arguing about me, weren't you?" she asked.
"No," Kari said.
"Yes," I said.
"Hey!" Kari exclaimed.
"She wanted to leave you behind," I continued. "I refuse to let her just... stand there and let you die!"
"Well, I'm of the Blauphoenixor clan," Rosie said softly. "As long as I've eaten something, I can regenerate my wounds, so I'll be okay." She put on her gas mask. Kari and I did the same as we packed up all our belongings and set off to travel onwards.
"So how far are we from your village?" I asked.
"Just about four kilometers," Kari said. "We'll have to walk as fast as we can."

A day went by, uneventful to the point that I won't even write about it a lot. Kari and I mostly talked about fashion. Kari was entirely excited about it, talking about things like shoes and designer clothes, and even gas masks made of diamonds. I, on the other hand, found it boring. I didn't care much about shoes, gem-encrusted gas masks and designer clothing, getting my memory back was more important. And figuring out that strange nightmare...
Rosie, on the other hand, was fixated on the flowers. She stared and stared and stared and stared at them, as though they had put her under a hypnotic trance. We were just half a kilometer away from Seria Village... but what we would find would bring sorrow to our hearts.