Truth of the Whisper

Chapter Eight.

'Adriyele, please-...'

Without thinking twice, I threw the shard across the room.

It slid under a sideboard, and suddenly, there was silence in my head again.

Taking fast breaths, I stood up and rushed to the window to open it up. I needed fresh air, I needed to breathe. It opened only a crack, but it wasn't enough. Turning around, I grabbed my coat, put it on and went to the door. I turned the doorknob and-...

It was locked.

Frowning, I rattled at it. But it didn't open; it didn't even move a little bit.

No, no, no.

They'd locked me in.

They really... but when? Did they lock the door as soon as I fell asleep? Frustrated, I balled my fists and hit the door. Once, twice.

Another time, again and again, but no one opened up. Not even a guard came by.

I hit it again, with every strength I had in me, and this time, my fist glowed red, but as soon as it hit the door, pain flared through my fist.

It had repelled me.

That asshole had put some kind of magic on the door.

Shocked, I stared at it for several minutes, my fear that I had experienced in my dream suddenly forgotten.

Phylon had locked me in.

And I didn't doubt that it was him who'd done it.

His father was Lord, but when it was about me... it had always been Phylon's decision. Angrily, I got out of my cloak, threw it across the room like I had done with the shard earlier and cursed loudly. He'd really locked me in. Without even telling me. Mira had told me, that I wasn't allowed to leave this castle wing, but... locking me in like that?

Frowning, I stood in the middle of the room for a moment.

Think, Adriyele, think. And don't panic, don't... you've been in this before. Think...

Finally, I sighed, walked to the sideboard, got onto my knees and searched for the shard. I couldn't leave it down there for anyone to find it. I needed to keep it a secret, no matter what. At least, until I found out what I was supposed to do with it.

Even though the shard itself was dark and the room was only lit by moonlight, it wasn't hard to find. Actually, it'd been quite easy.

It was almost as if I was drawn to it.

But maybe, that was just Nyshard's aura. The part of it that he'd pushed into me was drawn to the shard, because it was a part of the Ilryn and connected to him.

Frowning, I held it in my fingers, got up from the floor and slipped into the warmth of my bed again.

Leaning against the headboard, I inspected the shard more closely. It was black with a blueish shimmer and cool to the touch. It thrummed with magic.

'Please, listen...'

Narrowing my eyes, I held the shard right in front of my eyes.

'Adriyele.'

Nyshard's voice.

In my head.

Quickly, I put the shard under my cushion.

I would be going crazy in here.

They locked me in during the nights, and within the days, I was only allowed in that part of the castle and a little courtyard. It pretty much reminded me of the time when Nyshard had told me to stay in the family wing, but it had also been a lot different than the situation I was now in.