Forever Luna

supremacy

noun ~ the state or condition of being superior to all others in authority,power, or status.POLLUX

On one of the coldest days down here so far, I woke with more vision than before. I didn't realise it until someone came to me.

I had been ecstatic, elated, and everything in between. Still, in a dark room, my vision was apparent to a human's. I could see the shifting darkness whenever I turned my head, but couldn't make out the shapes. I still had no sense of smell, either.

My excitement had been short-lived, because soon someone banged the door, sending a loud rattling vibration through the tiny room.

But it also gave me light.

Light that blinded my poor, sore eyes.

Light that I had to pretend I didn't see.

A small female was bringing me food when I realised I could see more. I couldn't see the exact definition of her face, though. It was like I was looking through fogged goggles; or that my eyesight was poor. A human who lost their glasses, perhaps.

Her hair was dark, her tan skin peppered with freckles. She didn't really look at me, and I realised it was because a gruff male figure stood at the door, waiting for her to finish. She was mute as she placed down a tray of food and a drink. I muttered a thanks as usual, and she weirdly dipped her head in submission before leaving.

Odd.

Why would one of the leader's people bow their head to me?

The door slammed shut behind her departure, but the guard left the barred latch open. It gave me just enough light to figure out where things were, and I ate my porridge breakfast with more ease than usual.

Once I finished, I leaned against the wall with wonder.

Why was my vision coming back?

It was odd and I never truly thought about. I figured my eyes were adjusting to the dark better, but this... this was sight. And if my eyes were slowly working, then I hoped the rest of my senses would too. Maybe even my wolf would come back.

A little while later, somebody came to retrieve me for a wash. As always, somebody forced me into a cool, tiled room, but I didn't really care. Now I could see more, I realised they stood on the other side of the bathroom door with their back to me.

But that wasn't what struck me. It was the fact they turned the light on.

Why would they turn the light on if I couldn't see? Sure, it was habitual, but they didn't even enter the room. They always shoved me in and then there were two clicks, followed by a whirring. I had just assumed it was an extractor fan, but all this time it was a light as well.

I needed to act like my vision was still gone. That means fumbling, cursing, and walking into things. I had no senses; I needed to hold on to that pretence, so I didn't lose it again.

So, after my shower, I called out that I was done and dry before they passed some clothes into my arms. I dressed quickly, hating the cold that seeped into my skin.

Once dressed, my red-haired retriever took me by the elbow and lead me down some blurry hallways. I looked around when I could, but mostly kept my attention on the ground to not look so suspicious.

We went down a different hall to where my cell was, and I wondered where he was taking me. We climbed some stairs, and I was grateful that it was this retriever rather than my other. The other one dragged me up the stairs. This one was kinder.

Turns out the narrow cement stairway took us into the main house. So, all this time, I really was in the basement.

My capture's 'estate' was warmer than down in the jail cell. I secretly look around, observing my surroundings through hazed vision. The ceilings were low, and the walls were white with gold and red accented decor. The hallways had tiled floors, but in the few rooms we passed, I saw black carpets.