Interstellar Ross

Chapter 6 The Mind is a Prison

Witch Pocket Realm

Month of the Hare

I stirred from my position on the divan in the living room, the room dim and the sky dark beyond the rounded windows. I clutched my pounding head as I sat up, looking around the silent room to find I had been left alone.

A painful pang of pain erupted at my temple and I gasped, clutching both sides of my head as I struggled to find my feet and get some form of help.

"Ah." I hissed as the pain intensified quickly before fading to a dull throb. "What in the Hell?" I mumbled to myself as I stumbled my way into the kitchen to quench my thirst. I opened the cupboard doors until I found a glass, I grabbed one and held it under the tap. As the water ran a second pang erupted in the same place as the first and I buckled, leaning over the sink. I squeezed my eyes closed and saw snippets of memories, memories of great figures from above scolding me for what I had done to my sister.

I reopened my eyes and turned off the tap, heaving air in and out erratically. "Oh no!" I exclaimed as the pain increased. I dropped the glass in my hand but I didn't hear it shatter at my feet.

Dragon Realms 4BC

'I beg of you!' Tears streamed down my face as I sat in the sand of the realm I had been exiled to.

'You were never grateful of the domain you were gifted.' My father's voice emitted from the clouds over my head. 'Perhaps you will be happier in the middles lands.' He pondered.

I shook my head violently. 'No, no. I can't live here.' I swept my blurry gaze over the arid landscape that surrounded me.

My father did not respond.

'Father?' I called helplessly. 'Father!'

I was brought back to reality so abruptly I nearly fell over, having been lost in my own mind. "What is happening?" I started walking and the scene around me literally melted as my memories took hold of my consciousness again.

Dragon Realms 4BC

After walking for days I finally came across signs of civilisation, in the form of an imposing stone temple that reminded me of the mountains of home. I couldn't believe my luck as I ran toward the temple, only slowing when I noticed a procession of women being led in chains through the front gates of the city.

"Stop!" I shrieked, shaking my head as I found myself running, my legs carrying me out the front door. "Stop!" The outside world melded away.

'What do we have here?' A burly man wearing scales for armour met me. 'That's a nice dress.' He grabbed me roughly.

"Get out of my head!" I screamed to the dark sky above that was dotted with a patchwork of dazzlingly coloured stars and galaxies.

'Let me go!' I screamed as my dress was taken from me, including my jewellery and sandals.

'You're a pretty little thing.' Hands touched me.

My eyes opened again and I was running, running devastatingly fast through the night, the world a blur as I sought to outrun that horrific images in my own head.

'Let's put her to work.'

My wrists and ankles were shackled as I was taken with a long line of other women into the heart of the city to a live auction for the wealthy.

"Please." I couldn't fight the tears building in my eyes as I slowed to lean against a tree. Each time I blinked I witnessed myself being sold off to a Prince, a Prince who would do unwanted and horrific things to me. "Make it stop." I heard the faintest callings of my name in the distance, but I was enveloped my own living nightmare.