The short book of shorty short shorts

Mind the fire

{Location: A Prison in Trylle}(Katara's POV)

My head is killing me. I hide under the bed and moan. The sunlight hurts my eyes and due to the fact it's always daytime, I'm lucky enough to have a little shade under the bed.  "How'd I get here?"

I know how. After Willow 'chose herself', the secret enlightened Fays that stood against us attacked.  No trial yet as they still have to get their government back in order. And besides, I'm getting enought punishment from both the guards and the other prisoners. I haven't seen my Father or Jezzie for nearly a year and a half I think. 

Then the door opens, a guard dressed in white clothes and a brown pair of shoes pulls me out from under my bed. His see through fairy wings flap, blowing hot air on my face.  "Someone's here to see you."

I hold perfitaly still while he cuffs me. My hands are in frunt of me and connect to a chain that holds my feet togeather and on my back is a thick medal wing covor.  The gaurd pushs me from behind as priniors jeer and cat call me.

"Hey hotty," One snickers, I glacne at him, he has dozens of tattos and I can't tell where his face starts and where the ink begaings.  "You wanna?"

I flick my fingers and set his feet on fire. He screams like a little girl and the gaurd hits my back with a stick, "No talking."  He lets the other prinsiors keep calling me names. The gaurd leads me to the visator area. I sit down in a small box, a phone to the right and a familer woman sitting acroos the glass.

Jezzie smiles like a cat and pick up the phone in unison with me, "So how's the big house?"

My head won't stop hurting, "Better. I'm still wondering how you kept your slimly little self out of here."

"Katara," Jezzie holds her free hand over her heart, "I thought we were friends."

"I may not know about friendship, but I know that friends don't drug frends."

"Fair point."  She brings up a pink purse on her side and puts it down, she digs around in it and touchs up her make up.   "Sorry that I took so long to say hi. I have other places to be."

"Oh do tell."  I roll my eyes.  "Life on the outside must be so good for you."

"Well," She pulls out a tube of lipstick and puckers, "It's getting better."

I drop a stoney face, "What? I thought you only had ties to my Father."

"True."  She paints her lips a dark purple color, "Let's just say I'm moving on to bigger things. The Black King only let me play," She leans closer to me, "would you like to see me actually get my hands dirty?"

I manage to slam my hands on the table on my side, "What was only PLAY TIME FOR YOU?"  I scream, making the guard hit me again, "How much?"

"Oh suger-plum," Jezzie coos, "All of it. My favorites were when I gave you medicine. Well, it was almost as fun as watching  you hurt  Willow."

I freeze a little, "What does she think I did?"

"Oh," Jezzie looks at her nails, "Mind control the guy she likes, try to make her bleed to death, hurt her new sister."

"You're lying."  I'm panicking.  "Willow would never think I'd do that on my own."

"Are you sure about that?"  She holds up a small packet of tea, "Commander's tea's side effects are hard to defer from your normal behavior," She puts it down, "She hates your guts."

"No, Willow would never-"

The gaurd picks me up and starts dragging me back to my cell, "Time's up,  girly."

Jezzie cackles as I'm screaming bloody murder, "No. Willow's too smart. She knows it wasn't me. She knows it wasn't me!"

Jezzie shakes her head, "Oh honey, as far as she knows, you did it all for Roberto."  She gets up and leaves as I cry.

My sister thinks I'm a villain.