Down with the King- Dream SMP

12- Drista

It was dark, the castle completely silent in the early morning. If she were smart, Drista would be asleep like everyone else, but she was driven by curiosity. Wilbur had been the first person she'd been able to actually talk to who wasn't in her brother's good graces in forever. Though his chains made him appear to be a prisoner, he wasn't technically locked away in the cells themselves. Clay hadn't forbidden her from visiting the Apothecary, only the cells.

"Hello Wilbur," she said softly as she entered the moon lit room.

"Drista!" Wilbur smiled. "How good to see you!"

"Did anyone else visit you today?" she asked, setting her small candle down on one of the counters.

"Just the same man again," he responded. "I did what you said and asked for his name, but he told me that names were irrelevant to me now. I told him that I remembered my own name, Wilbur, and that seemed to peak his interest."

"Does he know that I've been coming down here?" Drista asked, wringing her hands together. She could only imagine Clay's fury if he discovered she had been coming down here-

"No," Wilbur said and she breathed a sigh of relief. "No, I made sure not to speak of anyone coming down here at night."

"What did the man do to you today?" she asked as she perched herself on the countertop across from him. Over the past few nights, she'd been asking Wilbur questions about this mysterious man who would visit him during the day and perform what she could only assume were experiments on Wilbur. Drista hoped to be able to identify the man, but so far he sounded like everyone else in the castle.

"Actually, he asked me a lot of questions about my past," he said thoughtfully. "I suppose he was just as surprised as I was that I remembered my name!"

"Do you remember anything from your past? Or even about how you got here?"

"I remember light," Wilbur said faintly. "Warmth. Ever since I've been down here, I've felt ever so cold..."

"Here," Drista said, reaching her hand out to Wilbur. "Hold your arm out towards my voice." He raised his own hand to meet hers, chains clanking as he did so. When their palms brushed together, Drista flinched and pulled her hand away.

"You're freezing!" she exclaimed. "Let me get you a blanket."

She slid down from her seat and began searching the Apothecary for a blanket to no avail.

"Drista, please don't worry," Wilbur protested. "I'm fine! Really!"

"But you're icy to the touch," she frowned. "And not even shivering..."

She came over and took his hand in her own once more, cringing at the cold shock.

"I can't explain it, but I feel that it's supposed to be this way," he said, taking his hand away from her. "I don't want to cause you pain."

She sighed, taking her original seat on the workbench. "When I first heard you, you were calling for someone. Do you remember who?"

Wilbur's face lit up. "Technoblade!"

"Who is Technoblade?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

'I-I don't know, actually," Wilbur said, puzzled. "I just get so happy and excited when I say his name."

"Is there anyone else that you could possibly remember?" she pressed him.

"You're starting to sound like the man who visits during the day with all your questions," Wilbur chuckled.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, horrified with herself. "I don't mean to intrude, I'm just curious... and I want to help you."

"Help me?"