DREGOR IN DISTRESS: THE PROPHECY (THE SAGA OF BLOOD SCAR SERIES)

Chapter 3: "The shadows within"

I lay on the cold floor, crumbled like a worm, unable to sleep. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my mind racing with the horrors that Elara was likely facing. I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled over me like a shroud.

Eventually, I managed to muster the strength to stand up, my legs shaking like leaves. I stumbled towards the mirror, my eyes dry and lifeless. The reflection that stared back at me was a ghostly structure, a shadow of my former self. My teal eyes looked dull and vacant, my dark hair a tangled mess, my dress torn and tattered.

I felt like someone else was staring back at me. I turned my shoulder to the mirror, and my gaze fell upon the red scar. Sealed to my body like a brand. The scar seemed to pulse with a life of its own,reminding methe curse that had been placed upon me.

I stood there, frozen in front of the mirror, unable to tear my eyes away from the scar.

I gripped the knife from the dinner plate, my hand shaking as I plunged it into the flesh where my scar lay. I screamed in agony, feeling the blade tear at my skin. Blood poured out of the wound, staining my dress and the floor beneath me. But as soon as I pulled the knife out, the bleeding stopped.

I watched in horror as my scar seemed to pulse and glow, and then - impossibly - the wound began to heal before my eyes. The pain faded, leaving me stunned and bewildered. Was this the reason I had healed so quickly from Lazarus's brutal attacks? Was the scar somehow responsible for my healing?, I always wondered how the pain sured quickly.

The scar was the source of my strange healing abilities, I guess. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

But Elara's fate echoed in my mind, and I knew I had to act. I couldn't let her suffer in prison while I sat helpless. I pushed aside my fear . I would need all my wit and cunning to rescue Elara,now that I am not trapped in the prison wall, I might able to find a way out. Both of us can escape. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for the challenge ahead, ready to face whatever lay in store.

With a  snort, I rip off the torn gown, the sound of tearing fabric echoing through the room. I toss it aside, the ruined dress crumpling to the floor. I stride through the cupboard, my bare feet making barely a sound on the cold stone. I search for something, anything, to wear, my fingers rummaging through the shelves. I slip into the comfortable pants and shirt, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I tie my hair back, my eyes scanning for any signs of danger.I placed the dining knife hidden the pants. I take a deep breath, and slowly make my way out of my room, ready to face whatever lies ahead.

I move stealthily through the corridors, my eyes scanning the palace layout, memorizing the guards' positions. I avoid making any noise, my bare feet barely touching the ground. I'm a ghost, invisible and silent.

But my luck runs out when a guard catches a glimpse of my shadow on the wall. I dash between the shelves, my feet silent on the dusty floor. I weave through the narrow aisles, my heart pounding in my chest. The guard's voice grows louder, and I know he's closing in. I spot a hiding place - a small alcove between two shelves, partially hidden by a tapestry. I dart towards it, my breath held. I slip into the alcove, pressing myself against the wall. I hold my breath, hoping the guard won't think to look here.

I hear the guard's voice, muffled but clear. "I could've sworn I saw a shadow  here." My heart races as I wait, frozen in silence, hoping against hope that I won't be discovered.

I dart into a nearby room, hoping to lose the guard. I find myself in a grand library, the walls lined with towering shelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling. The air is thick with the musty scent of old books and parchment. I move deeper into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light that filters through the narrow windows. The guard's footsteps echo outside, growing louder with every passing moment. I know I need to find a hiding place, and fast. My eyes scan the room, taking in the rows of shelves, the reading tables, and the comfortable chairs.