Marked: Part 2; The Wronged

Chapter 83

The cell door opened after what seemed like days. She was once again picked up and shoved into a room. Two guards forced her into clothes that she knew she would never be able to take off. Then they brought her in front of Unora, she was in the throne room. Beside her stood Cristel and Oglm. They stared off into space, as if they didn't have a soul.

"Go hold her please."

"As you wish, your majesty." They said together. Oglm and Cristel walked down to Amilia and grabbed her, each of them held one of her arms with two hands. She dismissed the guards with a wave of her hand, they bowed and left.

"My goodness." She said, grabbing Amilia's chin. She lifted her head up so she was looking at her. "You look like you've already broken. Tell you what, you don't run and I'll let them go- go do something." She nodded her head and they let go of her. Amilia didn't move, but didn't stand straight either. "Go find something to clean, don't break anything." The two of them walked off just as they were instructed to. Unora put arm around Amilia's back and began to walk, which made her start to move as well. "What happened to you to make you so- so easy to break?" She said looking at her. "Hm, Fnmeoon?" Amilia didn't respond to the name, as if she never was born with it in the first place. Unora stopped and turned to her, she put her hand on her cheek. "You kind of look like Nsefen, now that I look at you." Unora waved her finger around which changed her hair to white and her eyes to purple. "Mm, exactly like her." Unora took the spell away and her hair and eyes went back to normal. She smiled, "Go get me the caucus wand, you go to Camilia's study, ask her for the wand, and come right back here to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"Go on now." Amilia walked out of the throne room and looked around. She wasn't a mindless slave like everyone else, so she didn't know where exactly Camilia's study was. So she started to walk around, she still didn't find it.

"Hey!" She heard. "Hey it's you- ugh, you're just a slave aren't you."

"Not a mindless slave."

"Oh my God, she didn't brainwash you! That's a first."

"Can you tell me how to get to Royal Witch's Camilia's study? Her majesty wants something from her."

"I can take you there!" Lorelei grabbed Amilia by the arm and then started walking in the opposite direction. "This is so cool!" She said looking at Amilia.

"It is?"

"My parents have never let me around a Marked who can actually think for themselves. I've always wanted to talk with one of you guys."

"Really?"

"Yes, I don't believe it is all black and white, at least not anymore. I want to talk to you all, I want to make friends with your race."

"Oh."

"I know my mom won't like it, but I'd like to be your friend, or at least get to know you, I mean where were you born? How old are you? And is it true that your race can live to two hundred?"

"Well, I'm from Iseult City, I was born on- uh, Cotalose. I'm eighteen, and yes, Marked can live to be two hundred."

"Wait." she said stopping. "Iseult City? Isn't that like up there, in a human town?"

"I guess so, why?" Amilia said, turning around.

"She has no dictation over the human realm, besides, that would mean you were human, right? Technically you weren't disobeying the rules. Plus, we have seen human witches, they're quite nice."