Chapter 10
Darkness and the resounding buzz of silence at last reached through my state of sleep. I had never wanted to sleep in the first place. I needed to know where I was, and how to get out. But I was not invincible. I was not indestructible. And right now I was trapped. The realization that nothing mattered hit me in the chest like a bag of rocks. It didn't matter that I was the Princess of the Mountain Realm; I could throw that title around as much as I wanted, but it certainly wouldn't get me out of here. I was nothing but a soft prisoner of war. A captive.
Now, even though I had my eyes open, I could see nothing, I could hear nothing, and I had nowhere to go. I rolled over and felt my shoulder sting as grit was crushed into my open wound. I grimaced and sat up slowly. When I tried standing, my head collided with solid wood and I collapsed back onto the wooden floor. Well, so much for the idea of walking around. I stretched out both arms and found that whatever place I was in was only about as wide as my arm span, and only half as deep. From my own sore head I concluded that it wasn't even as tall as me. If this was all wood, I thought, then there had to be some sort of seam. I felt along the walls until my fingers found a ridge in the long panel in front of me. It was right in the middle and the ridge ran from top to bottom. I pressed on it firmly and was greeted with a rattle and a flash of outer light at the bottom. I gasped and fell back against the wall, rubbing my eyes. My hands shook as I thought out the design of the place. They were keeping me in an empty wardrobe.
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Fire Realm
Fantasy16 year old Callie Gray still struggles with her past; after having found her family and her closest friend once again, it becomes clear that her life will never be the same. Her mother, ruler of the Mountain Realm, must face the impending war whic...
