Slayer of Beasts

Chapter 11: Rescue and a New Team

The fort was nothing special. Felicity would have wanted to see more but they took her down stairs where the cells were located. The place was brightly lit with yellow walls, which were nicely kept. But the cells themselves were dark with chains dangling from the walls, a hideous sight. She passed by women holding their children and brokenhearted men.

But one man caught her attention.

Brown skin and tall. Taller and slightly stronger than the bandits, except he wasn't stronger than the leader, but he was almost as tall as Vondir. The exceptionally detailed tan tunic he wore made him an eyesight. Loose black hair with a couple of braids draped down his back. She only knew he was tall because he rose the moment, they brought her in. He leaned on the freezing cell and watched her be taken away.

Their brown eyes stared at each other.

She broke the stare and he watched how they took her to the cell farthest away from the exit.

There she was shoved in a dirty cell like an old piece of clothing in the trash. There was a hay bedding, which she hated. She was being treated like an animal. Not even in his home she slept in a place like this. She had her own room but he verbally abused her that night. His words that night made her feel like an animal... maybe this was better...

No, it wasn't.

If anything, she actually preferred the other one...

What a beautiful reminder life was giving her and she hated it.

She turned and despite the fact that the light barely reached them, in the cell in front of her there was a young woman with yellow robes. Light skin and fiery wavy red hair that reached her back. Her golden eyes stared at the floor. Felicity could tell that there was a certain fire in her eyes as if her seriousness was just an illusion. As if they had yet to break her spirit.

As if this darkness, this cell—where they did not use the chains that dangled from behind—was but a joke.

The bandit left the dungeons and Felicity looked at the woman and locked eyes with her. The woman scowled and turned her head away. She could have sworn she sniffed around a couple of times. "Do you know where they keep the weapons? Cause like they stole something from me and like I needed it back." she said to her.

The woman turned her back on her.

Wait? She sniffed around? An angry sigh escaped her... did she still smell like dragon? And more importantly if she did how the hell did this woman smell it? Not like Felicity herself knew the smell of dragon, she had been told by an interesting fellow, who died shortly after he told her, and Almedha. Cursed be that nasty reek.

It was the armor.

Years after years of constant wear. But she casted that aside and frowned at the disrespect of the red-head. I hope Jane is ok.

"New girl." A deep voice spoke.

Felicity leaned in and saw the black-haired man—that same man she had crossed eyes with—had his head turned towards her cell. He was four cells away on the row where the red-haired woman was. "Yes?"

"All special weapons are taken to the leader." He pointed up. "At the very top of the fortress." She thanked him and he asked, "Your smell is interesting... what brings you here?"

Great another person who caught onto her smell. She looked around and shrugged. "The path of life with its twists and turns brought me here." She wasn't stupid enough to tell this stranger anything about her.