Once upon a time I knew of light. I remember basking in the sun on those warm afternoons, sitting in a ray of light at the library while reading my favorite novels. I remember the feeling of the warmth shown to me by those around me.
But then there was war. Cold, unfeeling, and cruel war.
I was betrayed by those who I considered allies, and given over to our enemies, Hybern.
They held me and wanted answers to questions that I wasn’t even sure I knew, but nevertheless I kept my mouth shut and resisted.
What started as tolerable pain and interrogation quickly spun into something worse, with some new feature everyday.
Sometimes I would have the skin off my feet torn off in strips, sometimes it would be psycological with the King’s daemati spinning me fantasies to trick me into revealing crucial information.
I knew that as a spy for the day court that it was my duty to keep my people and my High Lord safe by doing the one thing that I could; Withholding the information that could doom Prythian in the wrong hands.
At least it was easy to tell myself that in the beginning.
Easy to tell myself that because I had that information, I would be crucial in retrieving.
But soon enough weeks passed, then months, and then years, to the point where I stopped counting.
Food was too irregular to track time, so the only thing I used to mark the passing of it was when the guards would come marching up to my cell to drag me out for another day of fun.
I think at some point the war must have ended because they stopped asking for information, and just started to use me as entertainment for the nobles.
Long forgotten by the ones I had once worked so hard for, I began to try and just get through the days, giving up on ever escaping.
Over what seemed like thousands of years I slowly grew acclimated to the pain, learning how to distance myself from it, while escaping to find comfort in the only thing I could; darkness.
Whenever I was dumped into my cell, I would sometimes lay on the ground staring at the ceiling or wall, savoring the cool shadows across my skin.
As I would slowly lose consciousness sometimes, I imagined a world where I was still the strong woman that everyone admired and trusted, and as if in response I could almost imagine the darkness showing me a better fantasy.
One where I was the one to fear, and one where no one would cross me.
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shadows don't lie
FanfictionOnce there was a girl who lived in light. She was strong and smart, and commanded over the armies of the Day Court, until she was burned by one close to her. Then she became an echo, living off the light of her memories to stay alive in the dim cell...
