~ Ferelith Rosewood ~
Pain fills my waking world, and so I sleep.
But I am dragged back to awareness when a hand touches me once more. The fae assassins' leader, who I've come to know is called Folred Omalana. He is crouched over me, hand on my neck, checking my pulse.
I snarl at him, and he grins. "Didn't think you'd survive the journey here, Princess."
"Fuck you!" I hiss.
He chuckles. "Ever so predictable, little Princess."
I feel my Lifespark power within me growing brighter. But I keep my face as neutral as possible, making sure he does not realize that I am getting ready to attack him. Folred stands up, walking over to the other side of the cell I've been thrown into. This place is dark, dank, cold, and creepy. But I know, somehow, I am not the only prisoner here.
"Where the fuck am I, Folred?!" I demand, my tone sharp as a blade.
Folred smirks as he turns to me. The glimmer in his hazel eyes is enough to anger me, and a burst of fire sparks around me as I sit up, groaning in pain.
"Careful, Princess. You could tear your sutures."
"Like you care," I growl. "Where am I, dammit!"
"You're in my home, now. We do not need your death yet, little Princess. But when we do, things will go downhill quick for you." He laughs, as if that's the most hysterical thing he has ever heard.
He leaves me, locking the door behind him. I sigh and lean back against the wall, my stomach hurting so bad from the stab wound. I don't know if they have a healer, and why would they heal me anyway? Aren't I someone they want dead?
He said that they don't need me dead yet, yes. But why? And why would they just heal me and leave me here?
Where is Talora and Tehrani? Are they safe? Did they really get away from the assassins, like I tried to ensure? Or did they....
No. I won't even think that way. Not now.
A voice echoes throughout the silent and cold cell block. Whoever it is, they are singing. I turn my head, listening close to the sounds. But the walls of my cell are stone, not barred, the only bars are on the front wall, the door.
There is a softer voice among the singing, one close by. I hear the soft, female voice calling out, then coughing.
"Hello?" she calls, weakly.
"Hello," I say. "Who are you?"
"I am Isilynor Sylfiel. You?"
"Sylfiel. You are an elf?"
She hesitates before, "....Yes."
"Oh, it's nice to meet you. I've never known an elf before."
"I have never known a kind fae, so it must be a new experience for us both," she says.
"You can't have met a lot of fae if you never met a kind one," I say. "I am Ferelith Rosewood."
She gasps, then coughs violently. "Rosewood? Are you .... actually a Princess?"
The singing voice fades. Then, I hear, "What? No clapping from you, Isilynor?"
"That's Sidraweyn Foxheart," says Isilynor. "She's a thief, but she was captured a bit before I was."
"Ach, well, give away my private info for anyone, eh?" Sidraweyn asks.
"She's a bit fun," says Isilynor, chuckling. Then, she coughs, the sound wet and heavy.
"Isilynor? Are you alright?" I ask her.
"No, not really. I am sick, as you may have noticed," she says. "I am dying, but I haven't told my sisters that, yet. Madras and Vi, they don't need to know of that."
"O - oh," I say. "Why are you here, then? Why are any of us here?"
"Because Kailikas needs us sorry fuckers alive and well, for some reason," mutters Sidraweyn.
"Fun times," Isilynor groans.
"We can't just give up," I say. "We outnumber them, don't we? Also, I have some special ideas up my sleeve ...."
Isilynor laughs, coughing. "Oh, okay. Well, maybe we do, but what does it matter? They're assassins. We are just a bunch of unorganized idiots. No way we can fight them all."
"True, but let's hear her out, see what this Ferelith Rosewood girl has in mind," says Sidraweyn, her strong voice cracking a bit.
I stand up slowly, clutching my stomach. "Any of the others in here have healing powers?"
"They hurt you, huh? Well, it is said that Isabeau Demona has a bit of a healing touch, and she's down the hall," says Sidraweyn. "Well, get us two out of our cells in that special way of yours, and we will help you find her and anyone else who could help."
"Deal," I say.
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