Tw//Gay, swearing, mentoins of death, accidental self harm, light mentoins of torture. Forced adoption.
I'm gonna die.
For some reason, my brain started repeating the scentence over and over again. I knew if they found me, I'll be dead. The bard opened the lid, letting the dim light of a torch make me and a couple of way better things to be seen. I was transfored into a small wooden pan flute. No one would take a loot like that when there's gold and silver and other very valuable things. The other adventurers, a knight, a cleric, and a necromancer, all surrounded the chest. My flight or fight insicts started to kick in, and I almost turned back. I was a mimic blessed by death, connected to the shadow realm. The necromancer will reveal me. I will die here. It was fun living. But he doesn't say anything, only reaches into the chest.
"Hey, wait, maybe it's a trap!" The cleric says with concern in her voice.
"You can heal me any time. Why are you so paranoid?" The guy snaps back and grabs a hold on me. His hand is cold, and I have to hold back a whimper of fear. I know he knows. But why am I still alive then? Maybe he wants to kill me later, or torture me, or practice some kind of dark magic on me... I was never a fighter, I couldn't hurt adventurers like the others. I barely left the nest! I started trembling a little until the guy sent a wave of magic into me. It was small and warm. It was so similar to Death's magic, yet it tasted completely different.
"Why are you picking that one?" The Knight asked, scooping up a golden ring with a green emerald on the middle.
"It looks neat." The necromancer answered, winking at the knight.
"Guys, we get it. You love each other. Let's get back home. We looted this floor." The bard says and runs a hand through his brown hair.
"Yeah, let's go biches." A guy I haven't noticed before, a thief maybe, appears from the entrance of the room. Before I could make out the details of the adventurers, I'm shoved into the pocket of the necromancer who started to head out of the dungeon with the rest of the party.
My head is running with ideas, and every one of them is worse than the last. I try to clear my head, but the fear fogged it with a thick grey smoke, making me unable to think. I know I have to stay still, because I can die with a move. I don't know what these people are able to do, and I have no intentions of finding out either.
Time is kinda lost in this situation of mine, but the blackness and warmth of the pocket are replaced with light and a hard wooden surface. I glance around my surroundings, only to see that I'm in a room. I can finally get a better look at my captor. He has emerald green eyes with black framing the outside of his irises. Hay blond hair frames his face, and it's in a small braid. Gold ornaments decorate it. He wears a green cloack with a white poet shirt under it, black pants and a belt. He has a longer knife attached to his belt, shwirling with magic. The guy also has a book on this belt, too. It was glowing with a lime green light. Barely noticeable tought.
"You can change back. No one is watching." I jumped out of my toughts when the guy spoke directly to me. Yep, this is where my journey ends. Goodbye, cruel world. It was nice living in you, but this is where our pats divine.
"I won't harm you if that's what's holding you back." He said. This guy is a mind reader. What's the word... a psychic? Yeah. The point is that he can read minds. Or whatever. Maybe if I don't move, then he'll think that I am just a regular, small, worn-out flute.
Yeah, I should have guessed he's not that easy to fool.
"I will change you back forcefully if you don't do it yourself." He treatened. I heard stories about forced changing, and it sounded quite painful. So I had no other choice but to change back. I was nervous and scared as fuck because holy shit, this is where I die. If the guy sees my form, I'm done.
So when I changed back, I took off running. I dashed out of the house and took off towards the forest. I heard the necromancer running after me, so I ran faster. But I was recless. I tripped on a root sticking from the ground, and I started rolling down a hill into the spiky bushes that grew on the bottom. It hurt, and my arm was most likely broken because, of course, there was a rock in the bushes. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I heard the guy's footsteps getting closer, so I started running again. My ankle hurt like hell, too, probably injured from the fall. I tripped after a couple of minutes, but this time, it was because my ankle bent funnily, and I was unable to stand up. Hot pain sot trought my body when I wanted to pull myself up with my broken arm, and I fell back to the dry leafs littering the ground. I turned around and scrambled backwards, trying to put distance between me and the guy. I whimpered, tears pricked my eyes, and I was on the verge of crying. The adrenalin slowly started to disappear, and my body started to accept the thought of death.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I won't hurt you, okay?" He tried to reach for me, but I scooted away, flinching. I did not believe him. If he kills me, then brings me back, he can gain a strong pupett under his command, and I know he knows that. So no, I do not believe this man.
"Please let me help. I have some bandages and a healing potion on me. Look." He pulled out the items, shoving them to me, offering the glass vial with a bright red liquid in it. I eyed his knife. He can just stab me if I reach for the potion. I was young, not stupid. He just smiled and grabbed the weapon. I tensed. Did I just anger him by not accepting his kindness? Will I die now? But the weapon landed on the ground in front of me.
"I will not try to harm you. Now, please, let me help." He said, almost begging. I nodded after a short while, letting him get closer, and he handed me the potion of healing, which I drank. He made a cast for my arm and bandaged my ankle. The cuts and thorns I gained from the fall and the running started healing, and I felt more and more tired. I paniced once again. Was this his plan all along? Will he kill me when I'm vulnerable and asleep? But he just placed a hand on my head gently, running his fingers through my unkept black locks.
"You should rest now. Healing takes a lot of energy, and the potion can only make it faster. I'll bring you back to my house, and you will be okay. I promise." He said reassuringly and kept playing with my hair. I couldn't resist any longer and gave into the call of sleep. Maybe I won't die after all.
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Okay, so in a nutshell:
Necromancer: *finds young adult mimic monster in a high rank dungeon*
Necromancer: Kidnapping? No, suprise adoption!
