Scarlett
I leaned against the ledge of the window staring deeply at the moon as it took my breath away. "I need a miracle. Something or someone to set me free." I whispered to my self. I closed my eyes and the cold air became colder suddenly. The air caused goosebumps to rise up on my skin. I rubbed myself, trying to warm up. I turned around to face the dark room I was t spend the night in. I just noticed that I hadn't turned on the lights.
Suddenly, a small light shining behind me caught my attention. I turned back. Looking down, I saw a carving on the window's ledge. It was shimmering a light blue color. I brought my face closer to read the inscription on the ledge. I creased my brows as I read aloud the oddly familiar letters. "wick Ed." I hummed.
I repeated it aloud four more times, trying hard to remember where I'd heard it from. Out of nowhere, more inscriptions appeared on the window's ledge. Two other words appeared at the beginning and end of the first inscription, illuminating a red light in contrast to the previously blue one. I read out the new inscription, "Starwick Edward."
The air became chilly and the wind blew strongly through the window. By the time I looked at the ledge, there were no carvings on it anymore. "You called?" a husky masculine voice called out behind me. I whipped myself around to lock eyes with a total stranger seating comfortably in my armchair. "The f***?" I asked astonishing.
He was a young guy and he was damn breathtaking. His hair was snow white and messily tussled. His eyes were a deep icy blue. His face was gorgeous enough to shame the hottest model in the world and his skin was radiating. From the way he sat with his legs crossed, his frame looked tall and moderately muscular.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked. He smirked, an action that was enough to kick the air out of my lungs. "It's strange you don't know me considering you're the one who called me." His voice was heavenly; it was like music to my ears. He got up and my guess was right; he was damn tall. Looking at him now, he looked like a young Mafia boss out of a fiction novel.
"Starwick Edward. And who might you be?" he asked. "Hey, I ask the questions here. It's my room." "A disgusting one at that." he shot back. I found my mouth hanging open, lost of what to say. I ignored his earlier comment. "I'm Livana. How did you get in here?" I asked. "You called me,... like I said earlier." "How?" I asked and he smirked. He whispered, "Magic."