Short drabbles I'll probably never finish

Nessa Lochlann Pt.1

After just a few months of being incarcerated on an island thousands of miles away from the nearest shore, Nessa Lochlann had grown familiar to the guards' method of prisoner transportation to and from the mineshaft underneath the ocean. She had learned her first day at the prison that if she were to speak if not given permission, her tongue would be cut off. Lucky for her, she was mute, and talking was just a forgotten wish. Others were not as fortunate as Nessa to have the inability to speak, however most wound up dead beneath the frigid waters surrounding the prison.

An amused grin fell upon her hollowed, sharp cheekbones; the guard escorting her was nearly shivering at the mere thought of walking next to her, the most secret assassin of the entire land of Amoradal. She felt almost insulted at the lack of guards around her, clearly they meant to demean her reputation with the apparent absence of control of her. Nessa believed that if they truly knew of what she had done, they'd have placed shackles around her feet and her neck to say the least. Unfortunately, they had only shackled her wrists together for the time being.

Nessa breathed in deeply as she glanced at the guard. He would easily be a great practice if she were to escape before they arrived at the Chief's office, however he would just be another simple grounding. Nessa found multiple mistakes in the guard's duties, such as the fact that he had keys to the entire ward on his belt. Another mistake was that he was not holding any sort of weapon against her, no knife or sword were present. It was almost as if the chief sent this moron to entice her to kill him as soon as possible.

All of this, Nessa had grown used to, but what she didn't expect was the man in black at her other side. He was wearing a large mask that covered his entire face if he looked directly forward, however Nessa could just barely see a finely chiseled jawline. This mysterious man was obviously trained to be mindful of assassins and other dangerous people, since the vice grip on her bicep hadn't lessened for the entire twenty minutes that he had been dragging her haggard body along.

It was almost comical, the way that he led her through the hallways, zigzagging across the long stretches of cement. This man had also led her up and down the same staircase at least twice in an attempt to confuse her. Nessa would have felt insulted if he wasn't trying so hard to meddle her thought process. Carefully, she stole a quick look at the man, eyes shining as bright as the most precious emerald. 

Just barely she could see the masked face shift to glance at her, a small glimpse of stormy blue eyes deep in thought etched itself into her mind. Nessa would definitely remember those eyes, especially since eyes are windows to the soul. 

I hope you guys like this one, I'll probably add more chapters so it's like a story but with parts scattered here and there. Anyways, enjoy your day or night!                 - Hoodedslender