When Amara is summoned she finds out that there is a lot more going on with her captors than she ever thought.
First off, they didn't want her.
Second, there's another trapped with her.
Third, these men have no idea what they are doing.
And fourthl...
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Chapter Two: Sleep of the Just
Amara gazed at the silent man. He hadn't said a word in the hours that she'd been cooped up in her new cell. The guards who had remained with them had darted their eyes between them for a minute before it became obvious that he wouldn't answer. Then they'd fallen into their chairs and started a game of chess.
This silence intrigued her more though. It went without saying that this dark-haired stranger had not said a word to anyone the entire time he'd been trapped here. And just how long had that been? How long did they plan on keeping her?
She let out a yawn, and immediately felt those endless dark eyes on her. Instead of acknowledging them she fiddled with the ties on her clothes. She couldn't believe that old pervert leaving herself and her fellow prisoner without any basic necessaries. That guy had to be cold with nothing on.
She blinked over at him and found him unnervingly staring at her as if waiting for something. She breathed out of her nose in frustration and then rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Waving her hand through the air, her fingers twirling in spirals she visualised what she wanted. Golden sparks flickered between her fingers and grew closer together until some of the black thread of her clothes untangled from her shorts and grew impossibly longer. The thread began to weave itself into a large blanket. Her fingers softly touched her new creation, golden bits of magic trailing where her finger drew. Runes for health, warmth and peace stitching themselves into the blanket.
Pleased with herself she brought the blanked up for a good look over. Biting her lip she critiqued her work, turning her head in order to see if the runes were properly taking root. It looked in good enough order without a wand. She brought the blanket down to see that the guards were still preoccupied with themselves and hadn't noticed her little light show. But when her gaze darted to the other occupant she was met with dark eyes filled with curiosity.
She went back to her own task. It was partly a test of her abilities whilst locked in this cell but also to provide a decency that the others in this place seemed to lack. Brows frowned as she breathed in excelling her breath she brought her dominant hand up and clicked in the stranger's direction. Sparks flew around her fingers and the cloth jerked a little but didn't vanish as she'd hoped.
"Hmmm..." She pondered, tapping a finger against her chin. Thoughts raced through her mind, running through a list of spells she could try. Two fingers raised up this time, she visualised the spell in her mind and swept her fingers in the stranger's direction. The cloth lifted and flew in his direction. But unfortunately, it flew into the glass and struggled to pass it. It flapped against the glass to struggling to follow her magical direction.
Huffing out a breath she blew a curl away from her face. Okay, onto the next option. Tongue between her teeth she reached out a finger and touched the cloth. Spinning the finger into the cloth she poured her magic through her finger and gradually the cloth swirled around and around, creating a whirlpool where the centre began to collapse in on itself. A grin stretched out across her face as the magic became a reality. The next second the cloth vanished underneath her finger.
