The Jem

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She sat there in her dark dungeon cell, arms wrapped around her knees, as she rocked back and forth repeating the words, "Someone will come for me, one day" until they became a faint whisper that echoed in the lonely room that smelled of her rotting blood and vomit. Her brunette hair was greasy and dirty upon her head,too long to be anywhere near healthy; her body ached in ways she didn't know werepossible.

8 full years of being trapped in that dungeon, Crimson was surprised she was still alive, she hoped they would just kill her and get it over with but she was still a little curious about why they had took her from her family when she was just 10 years of age.

Memories rushed into her shattered brain, she remembered that day so, so well. It was her gods damned birthday! Yet the Queen of Rhijaline had ordered to take her away from her beautiful life. Crimson had no idea if her beloved family was still alive, so she had counted every single day she had been trapped here and today-today was her 18th birthday.

She cleared her head again as she heard the prison door creak open, the steal moaning from the rust that covered it like a blanket. She looked up and hissed at the fraction of light spilling in, after being so use to the darkness, she felt like the light was her enemy.

"Crimson Waldorf, Queen Cordelia orders to speak with you right away." A deep male voice called as its owner craned his neck to peer in.

"Tell her I'm busy." Crimson groaned hoarsely.

"Doing what?" she knew that was an order not a question.

"Figuring out a way to shove my chains down your throat till you choke on your own cold blood."

"Who gave you the right to speak to me with such a wretched tone." He shouted sternly

"Who shoved that long, hard stick up your ass?" Crimson grinned, even though she had no clue who this man was, she didn't care! She'd say anything for him to kill her, to put a stop to her unending misery.

But all he did was walk toward her and grab her violently by the arm. She kicked and scratched him but he was as sturdy as a cement wall. They didn't need more than one guard to capture her. She was so weak and fragile that anything she did would be so embarrassing for her yet so entertaining for these stuck up people.

They walked for a long time, she:glaring at him, and he: not giving a single crap. Until finally, they reached the big main Throne room where the terrible Queen sat upon her shiny, golden and turquoise Throne. Queen Cordelia was beautiful in every way possible, her long jet black hair flowing like an endless waterfall. Her silver eyes glinting, her lips as red as fresh blood and her skin was whiter then snow.

Crimson began to notice the guard pushing her brittle knees to the ground, right before the fair Queen who looked so young but frighteningly powerful all at the same time.

"Well it's been quite a long time hasn't it." Her voice like melted Carmel and her eyes kind but Crimson knew her intentions were despicable.

"What do you want from me." Her question was more of a plea on her papery tongue.

"I'd thought you'd figured that out by now." She smiled sweetly.

She simply just shook her head then her eyes made contact with the young guard that had brought her here. He looked almost sympathetic, probably because he knew what her majesty was about to do to the poor girl.

She gulped then looked back at the Queen.
"Let me enlighten you then my dear. Your family took something quite valuable from me and so I took something from them. However since I had to make a deal with someone or shall I say something to retrieve you, you came with some terms and conditions ."

Crimson was so confused but intrigued.
Retrieve
That word made things even more confusing, but she just looked up to the Queen as a sign to keep talking.

"The deal was when you turned 18 I would have exactly one year to make you become a powerful force of destruction but I was not allowed to give you any special treatment before hand or else"

"Or else what?"

"Or else they would've taken you and you would belong to them forever and they would take my Throne and kill everyone dear to me." Queen Cordelia explained and for the first time, Crimson saw pain in her eyes.

So was the Queen good or bad and-
Retrieve
That word, that word meant only one thing.

"Why did you say retrieve?" Crimson finally blurted out.

"Because you belong to me Crimson, not that family that had stolen you away from me."