Prologue

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Dakota POV
I groaned and lifted my head,what had just happened, where was i. Suddenly a voice spoke "well ,well,well look here; look like someone's quite the early riser, that darkfire spell should have lasted at least another good seven minutes though " the voice said sounding highly amused and slightly angry. The light came on blindingly a bit at first. It was a devious looking woman who appeared rather smug and seemed to radiate and aura of evilness.
"Well I wouldn't want to keep your - " Caught up in snapping at her I realised I had no idea who she was, what she wanted or really anything about her."-wouldn't wanna keep you are waiting especially seeing how pathetic you were getting now in the fight ".  A flash of irritation crossed her( pathetic) face as her smug smile was replaced by a angry scowl . She rose up angrily from her current lounging position and swiftly crossed the space between us. Long thin fingers strongly grasped my chin forcing my face eye to eye with hers. I lifted my hand to smack hers away before realising I couldn't. The woman continued obviously pleased at my reaction of finally realising my captivation. "Now see here young lady you better watch that mouth of yours or I will make this "stay" of yours very, very unpleasant" I refused to be scared by this stuck up lady. Even though I still knew nothing about her, and was a prisoner by her I couldn't just let her boss me around. "Name's Dakota you old lady!" I quipped back. But then she leaned in pretty close and whispered furiously " you are going to regret- " suddenly another voice of a slightly similar looking lady rang out "Livy, the prisoners - well all except her- will be waking up soon we need to prepare" she narrowed her eyes still probably mad about earlier; then the old lady gave me one last furious look "I'll be back " she warned then simply turned around and waltzed away.
Leaving me alone, in the darkness, surrounded by unconscious people, with one light on in the middle of the room. Oh how had my earlier day events led to this, and what did want with me and all these other people?

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