Predecessor

Arabella let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. She had passed by the hundredth person, she believed; he had bowed to her, and so did the rest.

She wondered what Orga had told them as they all stared at her in awe. Like she was, a kind of God that had come to redeem them. Or maybe they were all staring at her because she was the only one without a wing. And Blaze too. Yet, they didn't accord the same respect to Blaze.

Perhaps, she should start getting used to it, seeing as Orga told her she was a powerful being but having hundreds of eyes looking at her as though she had suddenly sprouted a horn was unnerving.

Orga halted in front of what seemed to be a large gallery. Different large portraits decorated the wall, and with each one Arabella passed, it felt as though it was alive.

She shuddered as she licked her bottom lip. Her eyes darted around as she sensed eye movement on her, or maybe she was being paranoid.

But then, she seemed to be the only one distracted. Blaze and Orga walked