Shadows can heal too

Fjerda

After what felt like ages, Bianca finally woke up. Her vision was extremely blurry, she tried to move her hands, only to find herself tied up to two poles. Each hand was tied into one. The room she was in was dark, she wasn't even sure if it's a room from how dark it is.

"Chief, she's awake" she heard a gruff voice mutter in a thick Fjerdan accent.

"Good, leave, all of you" the chief replied, holding his cane and still in his furry coat. She noticed that there were more druskelle that were gathered, they all left except for three. The man with the cane and two others, all three were in fur

"Where are we?" asked Bianca, harsher than she has intended

"A camp for the druskelle in Halmhend"

"Who are you?" she asked sharply.

"Edvard Taylor, chief of the druskelle, and my right hand man Jarl Brum"

'TAYLOR?!'

'HELVAR?!'

'WHAT THE FUCK?!'

"What do you want from me?" she hissed

"I have told you before that you owe me something," he stepped closer. "Where are Kol Taylor and Irina Lantsov?"

'BITCH PLEASE'

'DOES HE SERIOUSLY THINK THAT WE'LL GIVE HIM THE ANSWERS'

'DAMN SOMEONE'S LAZY'

Bianca then started to laugh maniacally out loud, which confused the three druskelle. They weren't even thinking about how her laugh could be a sign of mockery, they were utterly confused

"What's so funny?" asked Edvard

"Do you seriously think that I'll give out their location on a silver platter?" she continued laughing. "Do you seriously think that I'll give the location of my parents to druskelle?!" she then stopped laughing and seriousness graced her face. "Why do you ask?"

"My brother Kol is a traitor, a disgrace to Fjerdans. He was highly ranked in the military, until he chose treachery and went into hiding with your Lantsov mother. It wasn't until then we knew he practiced witchcraft, a durast, he called himself. I will not accept anyone in my bloodline to be a traitor, a witch, a Ravkan, a Lantsov!"

"Did you come here to insult mine and your blood or what?" she raised an eyebrow

"No, I came here for two things. I'm a merciful man, you see, so I'm not putting my brother's mistakes on you. I have a deal to strike. You are half Fjerdan, a general, and a descendant of a respected family. You can be trained away from your powers like a normal human and live as a respectable member of the Fjerdan military. You have the choice"

"So you're telling me that I can be tamed to be drained from my powers and live as a high ranked member of the Fjerdan military, but why? You are never merciful to any grisha"

"I am doing you a favor, Taylor. You are a witch, but you and I share the same blood. I don't let my blood go in vain."

"Then you can take that deal of yours and shove it up your ass," she replied quietly. "What else are you here for?"

"I expected your decline, but I will not leave empty handed, where is Kol?"

"I don't know," she lied

"I won't ask again girl, WHERE IS KOL TAYLOR?!" he thundered

"I don't know," she lied again, blankly

"Are you playing games with us girl?!" Brum snapped. "WHERE IS KOL TAYLOR AND IRINA LANTSOV?!"