Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Chapter Fourteen- Ropes and Chains

Rose's P.O.V.

I've never been unconscious before. It's kind of like sleeping, only all the stress that was running through my body prior to getting knocked out gave me wierd dreams. Huh. Why was I thinking I'd been unconscious?

With a flash of memory, I fully awoke, snapping my eyes open with a gasp. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. My arms were pinned! Looking down in the dim light, I saw rope tied across my torso, with my arms tied behind my back. Squinting, I could make out rope tied around my feet too.

"Rose?" Whispered a voice. I saw something move across from me.

"Maio? Is that you?"

"Shhh! Not so loud! The Weres don't know who I am, and I'd like to keep it that way!"

"Where are we?" My voice wobbled. I tried to steady it. "Where's Jasiana?"

"I don't know. I woke up a few hours ago, Jasi's gone. That bastard better not have hurt her!" He finished, venomously.

Suddenly a bright light filled the room as the door to the small room we were in opened.

"I hope you're not refering to me, bodygaurd boy. I wouldn't want to damage my goods from having to teaching you a lesson."

Whirling, I turned around again, getting my first good look at Bracken. He was big and muscular, with those wierd red eyes I was now starting to asociate with werewolves. His black hair was only just longer than his shoulders, shorter in the front then in the back. He'd pulled the longer parts back into a pony tail. His skin looked weathered, like he was a sailor or a farmer, but the huge double-bladed battle-axe on his back ruined the image. His clothes looked almost like Jasiana's, only his leather coverings were scarred with slashes and claw-marks. On his check three scars, like parallel mini-canyons cut themself into his face.

"Where's Jasiana?!What have you done to her?" Maio roared, trying to get up. Glancing at him, I saw that he was chained to the wall.The metal must have been special or something, because Maio was straining as hard as he could, trying to reach Bracken.

"Your darling princess is safe. Wouldn't want such a prize to be ruined. Calm down before I have to break you." Bracken said all this cheerfully, but there was cruelty shining in his eyes

Glaring all the while, Maio slowly rested against the floor, gnashing his teeth.

"Now, then, my little captives,' said Bracken, smiling at us,"Care to tell old Bracken where Prince Maiolan is?"

I had no idea who Bracken was talking about. Maio said nothing, and I put two and two together and got four. Maio. Maiolan. Bracken just kept talking.

"The two royals are inseperable, the rumors go. Seeing as they're the only prince and princess that are full-blooded siblings, and everything, that makes sense. So finding one princess without her prince is a) a bit of a let down, and b) suspious." Finished with his little speech, Bracken looks at us with a cold stare.

"Where is Maiolan?"

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Jasiana's point of veiw

I woke up slowly, keeping my eyes closed, straining my pointed ears for any tell-tale sound that would give away my location. Nothing.

Snapping my eyes open, I immediantly notice three things.

One: I am in a small room, about two by three meters, and am shackled to the wall with chains made out of a metal I cannot break free from.

Two:Bracken drugged us with a neuraltoxin. I can taste a feint hint of the drug on my teeth, and when his werewolf with the glasses touched that remote, I lost consciousness.

Three: I am not the only prisoner in this cell.

Sitting across from me is a long, slender girl tied up with strong ropes. Even in the dim light, I could make out her brown skin and short, fiery red hair. Her eyes gleamed a soft lilac color, looking at me with a spark of cocky interest, like she was better than me.

Her height gave it away. I knew what exactly was sitting in that dank cell with me. A Druid.

I hate Druids.

"How are ya, Princess? Get duped and captured by some werewolves recently? I guess we got that in common. Name's Mist, don't wear it out." She said all of this like we were meeting at a night club or something, like our lives weren't in danger.

"Don't worry. I won't," I say sharply. People usually back off when I sound like this, except for Rose. That stupid human doesn't know I could kill her with a flick of a finger.

"Know where we are?" Aparently Mist suffers from the same brain disease as Rose.

"No," I said coldly, masking the sliver of fear I've been carrying since I was six years old. Please don't say it...

"Cascade Falls, where the Weres are the animals," recited Mist in a sing-song voice. "Where Druids, elves, and ev'ry folk die at beck and calls."