For long, I have only been a lurker around here, but suddenly, I felt this burning urge to write… something. My expectations are not very high, but I’ll do my very best. Feedback is very welcome!
You feel as if you are weightless, in the midst of exotic matter, floating barely above reality or what you thought was reality five minutes ago, at any rate. It is a strange duality – one part tells you that it is a pleasant, almost heavenly feeling, but the other tells you that you are soon going to lose your very existence in this mess of waves and particles.
Nonetheless, it is a calm environment… knowing that there is barely anything surrounding you. Steadily, the particles and waves lose in intensity, or at least, you are less aware of these stimuli. Maybe your existence is fading in this very moment? What has brought you here and why?
Photons of various wavelengths begin to pierce into your eyes. They show you an eerie surrounding, full with unspeakable materialized algebra, which spontaneously solve themselves and dissolve into more mathematical nonsense… time (which you think is not present in this dimension, at least not in its usual linear form) is moving sporadic, it is lagging. This subjective reality is lagging like a dial-up connection.
Still, these photons are an indicator that something exists here. You exists. The photons exist, the waves exist and the particles exist… furthermore, she exists. Who is this person and why is she stretching her fine, gloved hand towards you?
You stretch your hand towards her and an amazing force pulls you into… something resembling good old reality. What is this place? The luminosity is too low for your human eyes to see anything… the temperature is just enough to ensure no significant exchanges of thermal energy between you and the air and then… there is no smell inside here. While you can breathe easily, it creates… boredom. It is lethargy at its best…
Fortunately, she appears before you and your senses are restored. This room was never dark, lukewarm and without olfactory stimuli, your perception was messed up, to put it bluntly. And thank the almighty collective unconsciousness for your perception’s return, for you have never gazes upon a woman this… enchanting.
Her dress, which appears to be Tyrian purple, appears rather simple, with some frills around the edges. There is an unusual white… hat on her head with an extraordinarily large ribbon, at least to your standards. This is not the only ribbon on her outfit – her long, blonde hair is fashioned into multiple thin ponytails tied with tiny blue ribbons. She is also wearing gloves… gloves you would usually wear to an old-fashioned dance.
The woman also appears to have a perfect body… like the Photoshopped supermodels you see these days in magazines and movies, but this body of hers is for real! Still, her most enchanting feature… are her eyes, which are gold in color. This indicates that she must be wearing colored contact lenses… or that she is in fact, not human, but a supernatural being who appears to be human.
Another person appears behind the woman in the purple dress. You can make out that she has white and blue clothes on and most likely has short blonde hair, but your visions hasn’t fully recovered, it seems.
“How is she doing, Madame?”
You hear sound, wonderful, wonderful sound and it is a soothing female voice to booth!
“Her condition is much better than I anticipated. Make some soup for the guest, this journey exhausted all her magic strengths and she must be hungry.”
How right she is, you are very hungry. The woman in the purple dress also knows about your magical powers… you are not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
“Very well, I shall go right away. Is there anything else I can do, Madame?”
“Prepare a bath and some clothes for the guest.”
You are pretty sure you had a bath… earlier today. Well, your skin feels pretty dirty and sweaty. Anyway, the woman in white and blue (who appears to be a domestic servant) left the room and the woman in the purple woman stepped closer to you. She is leaning over you… you gaze her in her… purple eyes? Didn’t she have gold eyes just a moment ago?
“Rest, dear. I shall see you soon.”
You wish to reply to her and maybe ask her where you are and what you are doing her, but you are unable to speak at the moment. She notices as you struggle to say something…
“You will not be able to speak today, so save your strengths. Goodbye~!”
Ah, how she said “goodbye” was almost heavenly. You look forward to meeting this lady later this day. She must the one who brought you here. Why would she do this? Has she witnessed your struggle against the hordes of witch hunters after you? Was she maybe an ally of one of the supernatural beings you helped in the past? Maybe… she isn’t benevolent at all… but then again, why would she treat you this well if she was a true demon?
You decide to ask about this later and simply rest for the time being. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You wake up to the servant’s soothing voice. Now that she right next to you, you can see that she too is wearing a hat. Hers has cones resembling animal ears and you are sure that they moved this very moment. There is no doubt now – you are dealing with supernatural beings. She bears some similarity to her Madame, at least in eye and hair color and lung capacity . My, my, you are getting a little jealous… if it wasn’t for her serious gaze.
“Here is the soup I prepared for you.”
Again, you try to speak, but you soon realize that your throat doesn’t respond to your commands. As you try to get up you feel needles in just about every part of your back and neck. Despite the pain, you manage to sit up and lean on the wall. Now you realize that you were lying in a futon.
The servant prepares a small table and puts it over your legs, them serves the soup. This soup bowl is similar to those your see in Chinese and Japanese restaurants… but the silver spoon is most definitely Western. You think this is quite odd.
“Will you be able to eat it by yourself?”
You reach for the spoon with little to no difficulty, ignoring the needle-like pain in your air. As you lean forward your long hair slips forward and nearly touches the soup. You try to fix your hair with your other hand, but it just doesn’t keep still.
“Shall I fix your hair?”
You simply nod. The servant, who is kneeling besides you, pulls an expansive looking hairpin from nowhere… you wonder how she was able to do that. She gently gathers your hair in a ponytail and fastens it with the hairpin. Since you can’t speak, you try to thank her with a smile.
“I am aware you can’t speak. You are welcome.”
Now, where were you? The soup, naturally! It appears to be egg drop soup, a favorite of yours. Without hesitation, you take a spoonful, forget about the crippling pain in your wrist and elbow and swiftly put it in your mouth. It tastes… rather unusual. What spices are in there? It feels like someone added vinegar or maybe lemons…
“I should warn you about the soup ingredients – it contains magically enhanced eggs, so it might taste strange to a mage like you.”
That would explain it. She knows more about you than you first thought. Anyway, you happily indulge in your meal, forgetting about the fact that your arm is aching pretty badly and that the servant is STILL kneeling right next to you. For a moment, you gaze upon the lovely lady and notice how her serious, almost emotionless expression softens.
“Is anything amiss?”
You shake your head and continue to enjoy your meal. As you are about to finish your soup, the real pain kicks in and you are no longer able to ignore this stinging sensation. While you know how to hide and endure pain, this makes you almost whimper, so you pause for a moment. Fortunately, the pain does not last long and you can finish your meal.
“The bath will be ready shortly. You seem to be in good condition, despite your exhausting journey. Can you stand up on your own?”
You nod. As the woman moves the table away, you sit up and try to get up on your feet on your own… but your right arm fails to support you and you fall to the side.
“I am sorry. Shall I carry you to the hot springs?”
You nod yet again. The servant lifts you up swiftly and carries you like a princess to the hot springs. In the mean time, you carefully watch the surroundings… the sliding doors, the wall’s texture… everything appears like an ordinary, rural, old-fashioned Japanese house. You only wonder where the lights comes from… the hall is strangely well-lit.
“Here we are. One bath in our magical spring and you should feel like reborn. Will you be able to manage yourself or should I help you disrobe and bathe?”
 Nod you head. Although you are no stranger to pain, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard.  Shake your head. You may be all achy and exhausted, but you are definitely not a softie.
Unnatural colors are acceptable. Heterochromia is also acceptable. Note that the eye and hair color may or may not have a significant effect on the progress of this CYOA, so choose wisely. If there are any other wishes or suggestions, I’d be glad to hear them.