Cerculean

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Avanelle opened her eyes but was only met with an unfamiliar darkness that shielded her vision. Something pressed down on her eyes. When she tried to feel around it, she realized her hands were still tied behind her—even tighter this time.

The rugged hawser the guards had previously bonded both her ankles and wrists together with dug deep into her skin, causing her to hiss with any movement she made.

Not only had the guards seized her sight,but also prevented her from making any noise by doing the same to her lip. A cloth of the same material of the one tied over her eyes rubbed against her lips, those loose threads pricking her skin and making her cringe at the uncomfortable sensation.

Avanelle attempted to lift her head up from where it leaned against the metal walls of the carriage, but a sudden stabbing pain surged through her entire head, causing her to press her eyes shut and bite her lips to stop herself from making any noise.

She figured that if she gave the guards the impression that she was still unconscious, she would have a greater chance of survival. So she did just that. She forced her body go limp as it rested against the metal wall, her entire body aching

The pain wasn't only smoldering her head, but it was even more fiery at the side where she laid against the carriage. Perhaps when the angry guard slammed her against the carriage the second time she tried to escape, it was with much force that it caused a wound.

Rage swirled through her body and she clenched her fists in the restraints behind her.

The carriage wasn't moving anymore. It had been in stationary ever since before she woke, and she could the loamy smell that reeked of the earth. The scent of freshly rained on grass and burning wood.

The guards were not in the carriage with her anymore—their heavy breaths not being heard beside her—so she found it the perfect moment to slip away.

Before she rose up, she realized that all four of her limps were unusable and so was her vision. There's no way she would successfully escape, and even if she had tried, it would only end up with her suffering a brutal consequence that would lead to the lessening of her survival, if not an end to it altogether. Not to mention, her entire body pained.

There, she decided to sit in the carriage and wait for something to happen.

A few minutes passed by and she continued to sit. Had it not been for the whistling of the birds, she would have thought it was night time. She thanked god it wasn't night time.

A few minutes turned into ten, then 20, then she stopped counting because she had drifted back into a long sleep.

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Avanelle awoke to the feeling of a tug on her dress, causing her to jump up and reveal her consciousness.

She threw a kick to the guard who had tugged on her dress, but failed miserably and was rewarded with a mocking laugh.

The guard grabbed her from the carriage, Avanelle shrieked when her body ached. She felt her body be thrown over a guard's shoulder and the guard started walking.

"Let me go! Put me down!" She yelled, throwing weak kicks and punches at the guard. If I wasn't tied up.. she thought when she heard another laugh escape the guards lips.

"You're laughing, but not for long." She warned, putting more force into her blows.

The guards behind her began to laugh as well and she felt her skin grow hot, but the embarrassment only fueled her to fight more.