Hello there! Before you read this chapter, I made some edits.
*Eudop (which is like the continent) has been changed to Daerris.
*Oprus, (the kingdom) has also been changed to Aføya (Af-u-yah).
That's all! (Btw the image above is what I think the High Guard looks like)
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Freyja observed the cracks in the wall, her mind void of all thoughts. She was lost in her memories, reliving moments spent between her and Winn, her and Zara, her and her mother. Winn was like the father she never had. After her mother escaped to Aføya 17 years ago, Winn was the only one who offered them shelter.
He protected them and trained her mother in the arts of martial art. He was there for her and cared for her the same way that he cared for his daughter. Until 10 years ago when King Osiah forced them into hiding. Her heart clenched as she thought of Zara. Was she alive? She rolled the pearl between her fingers.
“You know what sucks?” Lila suddenly asked. “Being stuck in prison. I feel so trapped. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Isn’t that like the whole point of prison?” Azalea wondered.
“Yeah well, they could at least be nicer and add activities.”
“I second that motion.”
“Yes! Let’s revolt.”
Freyja balled her fists, their voice a source of annoyance.
“I mean I wasn’t thinking that far but yes, Lila. Let’s lead a revolution in prison!”
“You know, we’ve been stuck together for like two weeks? I--”
“One week and four days,” Freya corrected.
“Yes. What I wanted to say is...why don’t we do a little bonding? You know, become friends." She smiled. "I feel it would be essential since we're trying to pull off a jailbreak after all.”
“No,” Ken muttered.
“You’re just a kill-joy, Ben or whatever your name is. Your participation doesn’t--”
“Can you stop talking, please? I’m finding it really hard to go back to sleep,” Devland groaned, throwing the blanket over his head.
“It’s the afternoon.” Freya deadpanned.
“Yeah well--”
“Enough, Devy boy. I find that you’ve been really lame today. You woke up like Freyja— just glaring as you opened your eyes. Where is the fun guy who danced yesterday to piss off the guards?”
“He died the moment you interrupted HIS sleep. Look, I’d love to bond-- nope, I lied. I don’t care about your bonding—” He folded the blanket and clasped his hands. “—but what I do care about is leaving here.”
“I guess we’ll just bond ano—”
“Shut up!” Freya and Azalea exclaimed.
“Right. So, what we know is that Freyja will be re-visiting the High Guard today or tomorrow since he sent her a message this morning. But, there is a big hole in our plan. The Guard will notice if his blueprint has gone missing, so what do we do?”
“I actually thought about that and...I have no idea.” Freya admitted.
“Me neither,” Azalea and Lila chorused.
“A piece of advice...whenever you get the chance, make sure to look through his stuff. Be careful. He notices when things are not in order." Lila stated.
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Poisoned Lips
Fantasía•Her lips are death itself• ____________________ Freyja, cursed with lips that bring upon death, spent most of her life away from the knowledge of society in fear of getting captured or worse - killing people. But after a painful incident, she disco...
