In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 5

When she awoke she didn't initially open her eyes. She took in the room with her other senses. She felt that her hands were tied with strong leather, she heard breathing from one... No, two males. Nothing else though which means this has to be a secret place, away from others. No luck would come to her for screaming. She smelt the air and she could smell not only the males, foreign to her nose but ale. Barrels of ale. A cellar, maybe just underneath the pub.

She heard the sound of leathers when one of the males moved his body. Something soon caressed her cheek. It was cold and felt misty like the wind. "We know you're awake." One of them spoke. He was in the right corner. The other wasn't speaking, probably behind her.

Adela opened her eyes to see the stone flooring and walls. Indeed a cellar. She blinked at the light of the oil lamp but refused to look up. She weighed her opportunities. But she didn't even know what these males wanted. If she could get both of them in front of her she could untie the leather, they have clearly taken her dagger so she'd need to wait for an opportunity that they are turned around. Then winnow. If she pissed them off maybe the other would come around to the front of her.

She didn't move, making the one in the back huff a laugh but he didn't move around the front. "Fine. Have it your way Princess. We got all the time." The one in the right corner spoke. As he spoke his body moved and she caught his shadow in the light. He was big, huge in fact. And he had....

Wings.

Her head slowly looked up, her blood turning cold as her breath quickened. Tears quickly ran down her cheeks, burning in their wake. "No." She whispered. The male crossed his arms, his wings flexing with the movement. "No. No. NO!" Fuck the plan, she began to fight against the leather, it began digging into her skin. She was panicking, she needed to calm herself but she needed to get out of here. She needed to run back to Ells, tell her father to screw his plan.

She began practically screaming as she fought against the leather. Who the fuck tied this? She would break her wrists, or winnow with the damn chair. She started to thrash, truly looking like an animal. But she didn't care, every trained instinct went out the window. She needed to get out. She needed to get out. She needed to-

"Enough." His hand rested on her shoulder, his voice caressing a part of her that she didn't know existed. But she was still scared, she still sobbed freely as she looked over at the Illyrian warrior in the corner. He couldn't be here, they were fake. No. No. No. He snapped his gaze to the male behind her. He looked angry, confused. She saw the shadow of the other, winged as well shrug his shoulders. This can't be happening.

"Please." It came out as a broken cry.

"We're not here to hurt you Princess. We just want to know why you're in Prythian." His voice was kind, but it wasn't like the male's behind her. The male's voice didn't sound kind but it felt like he was worried, like he needed her to just calm herself and listen.

"Please just let me go." Adela felt as if she could die from fear. This can't be happening. They can't be real.

"Just answer our questions first." He was unbelievably kind, gentle, like talking to a scared dawn. "What's your name?" She didn't answer. "Mine name is Cassian."

"Floria." She lied.

He smiled and shook his head. "No it's not."

Shit. "Adela.... Adela Faeland." Surely no one would no who she was here. And by the look on his face he didn't. The male behind her still had his hand rested on her shoulder, she let it ground her. She could find a way to talk herself out of this.

"Where do you come from Adela Faeland?"

"A different realm."

He furrowed his eyebrows and the male behind her stiffened. "That's- That's not possible. No one can jump realms."