Sinthia and The Demon Duke of DeSidea: 6

The details of how Sinthia of the 21st century and Sinthia of Ophelia met in-between the afterlife and the during-life are not important as of now. What is important, however, is that the two women immediately understood something; they were virtually the same.

Before Sinthia of Ophelia could open her mouth, Sinthia of the 21st century firmly said: “we are not the same. We may look alike and have the same name, but we are fundamentally different people.” Sinthia of Ophelia had no other choice but to agree. The Sinthia  that stood before her was most definitely someone who had succeeded and thrived in life. Who had claws her way to the top. Whose continued stay in the empty vacuum they currently existed known as the “Waiting Room to the Afterlife” was not pleasant and visibly made her uncomfortable. The Sinthia of Ophelia had had the position of a princess, with many opportunities to grab and make her life better than anything anyone could imagine, but she simply could not. She has let people dictate for her her choices and turned a blind eye to injustices. She was so ashamed of her life, and so starved for peace and quiet, that this Waiting Room was perhaps the best thing she had ever had. In this quiet, she allowed herself to think and work through the slew of emotions. But there was something that disturbed her blissful peace.

“Sinthia of the 21st Century. I know you do not like it in here.”

“Got that right. It’s so... empty. Nothing to DO, no businesses to make.”

“I like it here.”

“Oh...”

“I like it here a lot. But there’s something that has been bothering me, Sinthia.”

Sinthia of Ophelia held out her small, thin hand. In it sat a ball of yarn, red like blood. Sinthia of the 21st century did not know how she knew what that was, but knew in her soul; 

“A life line.” They both said in unison.

“I have been told that I may stay here for a long time. But that I may always go back. This fluffy ball of yarn is also the heaviest anchor. This space... I wish for it to be mine to explore. This place... I can feel that there is knowledge and inexplicable insight that I must discover. It may look like an empty vacuum, but I can tell that it is full to the brim with things beyond our comprehension. I want to... no, I NEED to find out what is hidden in here. Please. Sinthia of the 21st Century. Won’t you free me?”