Curiouser

To Find Yourself

Emily was thrown into the chambers up in the high tower. She turned to the doors and ran in as the guards closed it on the other side before she had the chance to escape.

Hitting her fists against the doors, her wrists created a spark, "Ow!" She backed up from the door and looked down at the glowing rope wrapped around them.

She searched for her pouch tied to her belt. After realising she didn't have it, someone appeared out of the blue, shaking the little bag in the air, "Looking for this?" He asked.

It was the Commander. He looked inside the pouch and found the whistle. He held it up and said, "Well, well, I think I shall keep this little pouch for myself."

She reached out her hands ready to choke him and take back what's hers. Unsheathing her sword, clumsily it dropped from her hands as her wrists were bound. She went to pick it up but his foot slid it away out of reach.

He said, "You're going to have to do better than that I'm afraid." She kicked him. It didn't do much as she couldn't reach higher than his knee.

He chuckled, "My goodness girl. You are pathetic." She backed away as he walked closer, "I don't know how anyone like you even makes it out alive. You're not as smart as I thought." He said.

She tripped back off her feet. He leaned down, and she spat, "Why don't you just kill me!" She said. He wiped the spit off and grew into a rage. He gripped her by the throat and yelled, "I would so much like to do it myself!"

She gagged. He hit her back into the wall, "But I have my orders, and I will not break them!" He released her and she dropped to her knees. She breathed heavily.

Taking the pouch and sword with him, he slammed the door shut. She rested against the wall. She didn't really feel pain, not like how you would when someone slams you with force like that.

She has nothing now, no way of getting out. All the stuff he's taken was her only way. Unless something came out to assist her like it always happened. She waited for something, anything.

An hour passed, and still trapped inside the chamber. She got up and wandered to find her own way out. Never expect of anything, she thought. That's what her father use to say.

She thought back to when she was nine years old. Her father dressed for the day and his hair dark and slicked back. His top hat nicely fitted.

She and her brother looked up to him. He was a very intelligent man and would give the best advice. When Emily was down about not having things the way she wanted. He crouched to her level and said something she would never forget, "Never expect of anything. If you want something to happen, you have to work for it."

And she's taken that advice since. The ropes around her wrists sparked again, sending her back out from her memory. So far of what she found, there's no way out of this chamber.

The doors open and the Commander walked in with his guards. They take her by the arms as the Commander again, leaves, "The King will see you now." He said.

The guards take her through the hall and up to the tallest tower in the palace. The King turns away from his window to meet the girl who had enchanted him.

Taking his sword with a golden handle, he approached the girl, "I would hate to make a mess in my chambers." He said, and they dropped into the throne room.

The guards made her kneel. The King circled, "You aren't a witch. You're not even a wizard or sorceress, perhaps a regular Mage?" He shook his head as he continued, "No... Not even that."

He stopped and looked, "No magic user can do what you do." He said, and kneeled in front of her, "What are you?"

She shook her head and cried, "I don't know! I have told-!"