The Pariah

Chapter 7

Chapter song: Heather Dale - Mordred's Lullaby

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The Blood Isles Prison.

It wasn't in Windbreak City. It was located in the waters of Windbreak. An ocean they call, "Sea of Lost Souls". Apparently, it was called that because of how many ship's vanished on sea and never turned up again. As soon as I came up on the small ferry building, just having come off of the train to get here.

My head was pounding. I got extreme motion sickness from the long train ride to get here. As soon as I stepped off, I noted the misty sky and how cold it was way out here.

The small building just on the brim of the sea sat alone with nothing but a single light source hanging from a pillar in a lantern. I stepped toward the building, cautious of any noises or sudden movement's. The wooden steps produced the only noise for miles.

Fucking creepy. I raised my fist to the door of the small space. As soon as I knocked, there was a grunting noise on the other side of the door and the door was open in just a few seconds after the noise came through the doorway.

The guy in front of me reminded me of what a zombie would look like. Pale, placid face, thin so I could see his home structure under his skin, eyes that looked so unfocused it was creepy. But it wasn't just his physical features. His clothes were torn and tattered. A loose waistcoat clung over his wrinkled tie, and torn dress shirt. He removed his top hat and bowed to me. Being ever so polite.

"Uh, I need a ride to Blood Isles prison?" I say, even though I'm unsure if I'm even supposed to be talking to this guy.

But he nods and turns his back to me and begins to walk into the small shack. I walked in after him and had a quick glance around. The place was about as festive as a graveyard. Old curtains hanging over the windows, the furniture for the waiting list was all tipped over, broken, torn up or looked like it was infested with god knows what.

The place held a grey feeling.

"Ah, hello!" A voice brought me back to the real world and I looked straight into the eyes of another ghoulish man. His sunken eyes stared back at me. An uncomfortable smile spreads across his face. It didn't even look real. It stretched across his grey skin like an elastic band. "My name is Minus. And you must be?"

"Erin. Erin Skies." I offered my hand and wanted to take it back immediately. I really didn't wanna touch this guy.

But he took it and as soon as our skin made contact, a prickling ice cold feeling sparked into my body and I caught a flash of something in the back of my mind. All I know is that it gave me a real adrenaline.

He looked unaffected and just continued his large, unrealistic smile across his grayish face. "And where would you like to go on this fine afternoon, hm?"

"Eh... Blood Isles Prison." I answered coolly, even though I was inwardly cringing.

"The B.I.P! Of course! Why everyone goes there nowadays." He actually sounded the tiniest bit bitter after saying that. "Mostly criminals past through here and those guard's are so rude. To be honest, it's quite nice to see a new face in here. What with all of this hullabaloo about magic users."

"Magic's really that bad, huh?"

"Oh no, my darling. In fact, quite the opposite." He giggled and I swear the room dropped a few degrees. "These people nowadays are fearful of anybody that are stronger than the common man. Magic isn't forbidden, but undermined."

"Right..." Myrina, I kinda wish you were here now. I sighed and prayed that this ride wouldn't be long. "So about that ride..."

"Yes, yes. This way, please." He walked around the front desk and reached underneath the surface for the object he was in search for. When he placed the large registration book on the table in front of me, he held out a black feather for me. "Sign here, please."