Red Glass

Chapter 18: Prisoner pt2

Coughs of hopelessness echo through the frosted darkness, hanging chains, aged bars and the stench of rot sinking through the opening of a large metal box. Candles glow the sound of a quil scraping final thoughts in to unrolled paper...

Dear Veryth,

I doubt you will ever feel these etched words, if I will ever see you again or if you could ever forgive me for dying without saying goodbye as much as it hurts.

I'm not much of a writer, never have been so do not look upon my simple words without understanding the love and sorrow between the lines. I don't know how long they have kept me here, I just know it's cold, dark and silent at all times.

After all these years, we are finally expecting a baby but fate can be cruel. What once was my greatest joy now just weighs me down with worry and fear. How can we raise a child when you are without sight and I am a prisoner here?

My cell is a metal box too small for me to stand with a mattress, blankets and a bucket but today they left me this quill, ink and paper yet I'm not sure why. I'm kept well fed with salted beef, spinach, dried fruits and oranges as well as a flask of hot water everyday on the side.

I occasionally hear muffled voices but through the opening I can see nobody, just a half lit painting of a woman on the wall from a long time ago. I'm guessing from a previous guest here but since nobody has spoken to me there is no way for me to truly know but I feel like I've seen her before.

I've heard words of wolves and powers, war and blood echo through the halls. Whatever is going on, Faris as unknowing as he is seems to be in the middle of it all.

King Dolkan as he calls himself, told me that you and Faris are both safe but I heard them talk of a woman that just passed recently, somebody old. If he cannot even protect his own people then who is to say what destiny holds?

Why I am here, how I am here... The only thing I know is that they are keeping me as part of some plan that involves Faris, I fear he does not know how dangerous that woman is.

How holding me prisoner serves their purpose I do not know, but, at least I know Faris can take care of himself. I just pray he is not dead or lost somewhere in need of help.

Faris promised me that if anything ever happened to me that he would take care of you but I never imagined such a nigtmare would ever come true, perhaps I was a fool. It has become a reality that perhaps neither of us will pull through.

Without you I would have never learned what it means to give, what it feels like to be loved and how to forgive. You taught me what a hero truly is not just through your words but the way you live.

I would do anything to see you again, without you I'm just a candle swallowed by the dark. You are the only hope in my heart.

Maybe they presented me with these writing materials to be able to say my last words, to say good bye to all that matters to me in this world.

I'm sorry and I love you.

- Axil