SIXTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.
Xanthiene Vivenca has to find allies and legendary objects of po...
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Kymalin stared at the earthen wall for as long as she remembered. There was nothing new where she was. There was simply death in Brittlewood. Katri, from the cell opposite hers, had gotten his time three days ago and she never heard from him again. Brittlewood, a place where there were no second chances. Once someone was here, they'd never go out alive, ever.
Such was Kymalin's fate. As soon as the Ice Capital siege failed and as soon as she got to the camp after her defeat, she found herself on spear-point. Immediately, the Heiress ordered her to be seized. The next thing she knew, she was kicked in the shins into this smelly, damp cell with nothing but earth, worms, and the light seeping from the gaps between the roots for company.
The enchanted, wooden door locked and Kymalin knew what she was up against.
That's where Katri the pixie came in.
Kymalin had met the prisoner on a cell in front of hers the first time she ventured to the root-grated gate to her cell. The pixie greeted her with a salute common to pixie families that either meant greetings or you hag. Kymalin chose to go with the first possibility. She struck a conversation with the pixie, hoping to gather as much information about her current imprisonment as she could. That's always the first step in planning an escape.
She learned a ton of things but none proved useful. Brittlewood was a system of imprisonment controlled by a group of mysterious fairies that aimed to lessen the number of criminals in the island. When the rules of magic didn't get them first, sin-bearers were sent here.
Kymalin wasn't from Avalora. She was from the other side of the island but even she had heard of this prison's infamous reputation about its most common way of delivering justice. First, the prisoner was locked in magic-proof, fire-proof, force-proof, dwarven-knife-proof, and everything-else-proof for months and months on end. Then, at random, a guard would march into a cell, drag the prisoner out, and lead them to their doom.
Katri didn't need to elaborate more on that because a month later, he experienced the same fate that awaited them all. Kymalin couldn't care more about the manner. Just the assurance that she would be at the other side of the summoning realm was enough to slap to her face that she has little time left.
There's no one to get her out of here. Security was impossible to get through since even sirtya activity was regulated. Exit and entry of staff were recorded with precise methods. Prisoners weren't even let out of their cells. Management made sure that once a fairy gets in, they would not get out.
It would take a miracle for someone to break in here and come out alive with a prisoner.
Today, Kymalin woke up with a stone in her gut. So, it's not her day yesterday. Today, then. She'd have to wait until midday before the guard unfortunately named Rudik would march down the hall, looking for his next prey.
Unlike his infamous namesake, Rudik the guard was nothing sort of stupid or unlucky. The guard was almost one-and-a-half-fairies-tall and even the most muscular men in the cells cower before him.
