-Lapis' pov-
The smell is eating me alive.
It's been about three months in this hell hole.
No, six.
Actually, a year.
I'm so weak, I can barely even move. If there even is anywhere to go. They put me in a damp room with one window at the top, where dim light leaks into the dark cell. There's hay on the floor, piled up in the corners, like I'm some kind of animal. Behind me is a heavy steel door, with a little rectangle-shaped hole in the bottom for my food, and another way above my head for guards to watch me.
I can't even remember the last time I spoke to someone. Until today.
There's the usual silence, then I heard the sound of a body hitting the stone floor. Another. Again. The door creaks open.
"Lapis!" The familiar voice of a little boy. Steven. The boy that I spent a week protecting and taking care of before I was captured.
I haven't been able to move in a year, stuck in the same position of sitting on my legs and my arms stretched out. So after receiving no response, the boy rushes over to me and breaks the shackles around my wrists with ease
The thick layer of silence mist- the stuff that humans spray in here to wear away witches power- doesn't effect him. He's half human, so he has no sense of smell, meaning the mist can't dull his ability. As he scoops my frail body in his arms, he assures me that everything will be alright, and the mist will wear off soon.
So I believe him.
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Future Fantasy
FanfictionTen centuries in the future, the country is ruled by three leaders. The three have stuck chaos across the land, ordering all suspicious people that could be involved in witchcraft executed. Follow along in different gem's pov's as they try to overco...
