The Phoenix Stone

Chapter Nineteen

"Haha!" laughed one of the Enchantiss guards that were escorting me down to my dungeon cell. "Imagine being the Emperor's own daughter and still being sentenced to the dungeon!"

The other guard gave a loud roar of laughter, almost letting go of my arm.

I jerked the arm that the first guard was holding, smirking when he nearly fell on his fat, ugly face. "Imagine being so weak that you can't even hold a fourteen year old girl without being dumped on your face!" I jerked my other arm, making the other guard actually fall on his face.

The first guard laughed loudly but gripped onto my arm more tightly than before. "Look where you are now, Carlann! You underestimated the girl and now you're lying on the floor feeling sorry for yourself!"

"That's what you think, Belial!" Carlann struggled to his feet. He lunged at me, grabbing at my arm but I spun around making him fall face first onto the ground again and causing Belial, the first guard, to hang onto my arm for dear life as I whipped around faster and faster.

I spun one last time and yanked my arms in to hug myself making Belial smash against the cobblestone walls of the dungeon. His helmeted head hit the wall first and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

In my short burst of enjoyment I had forgotten about Carlann who leaped at me and managed to bring me to the ground and snap handcuffs around my wrists. Leaving Belial lying face down on the floor, Carlann dragged me by the chain attached to my handcuffs to a damp, dark cell in as far away from the dungeon steps as possible.

"See you in a few years!" he said, chuckling to himself as he left me chained to the wall in the dark cell.

As soon as he'd left I began to rage. At first I was quiet about it, whisper-shouting to myself but after a while I realized that there probably weren't a lot of other prisoners down here and they probably wouldn't mind if I raged aloud so I began to yell and scream. "How could no one have told me that my family was still alive?! Especially Grandmother! She literally knew how much it meant to me and she didn't tell me even though she knew! Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I raged for hours in my little cell, banging my head on the mossy cobblestone walls and screaming until my voice gave out. Eventually I had forgotten what I was even raging about so I settled down onto the damp bed made of soggy moss and started to cry instead.

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Efia

While Nyx was down in her dungeon cell, raging about how much of her life was built on lies, Efia was trying to figure out an escape plan for her bedroom.

"How do I break Nyx out of the dungeon, escape from Deepdark itself, and figure out how to somehow telly myself back to Magwell?" Efia wondered out loud as she paced around her bedroom.

Knock knock!

"Who is it?" Efia called, hiding her map of the dungeons under her pillow and lying on top of the pillow.

"It's Ailia," a soft voice called through the door.

"Oh," Efia breathed. She stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. "Come in, Ailia."

The blue girl stepped in, her neon pink braid swinging behind her as she walked. After a quick glance around the room she asked, "So, who is that Nyx girl, anyways?"

"You really can't take a guess?" Efia asked incredulously. "You seriously can't see it either?!" She slapped her forehead with her palm. "And to think I thought that it would be obvious. That's insane." She shook her head, still unable to believe that neither girl had realized.