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Before He Wakes

So, want to know why your reading this? I don't know, honestly, I don't. Ask a better question next time. What kind of trouble do I like to get myself into? Well, if you really want to know, none. 

 She looked round inside the now lightened room. The musty smell came from the molding rug on the floor. The room had only two pieces of furniture on top of the rug; a love seat that had a faded brown pattern of flowers across the cushions and a little table, too small to sit at in a seat but too high to sit at from the floor. 

The girl moved into the room and closed the doors as best as he could, making an awful screeching noise a scrap of metal trailed on the dirty planks of the floor with it. When she turned around she let out a huff of air and slid, leaning with her back to the wall, down it and rested her body on her heels. Her head rang and her eyes were blurring and showing her black spots around the outside of her vision. She tried to blink them away but she was tired, and the blow she took to the head before she was brought here was not helping any matters.

When she had started up the emotions in the room, she had felt relieved. A level head is the first thing you need to help assist your castings and what was worse for her was that she had been cursed a number of times, one of these curses being that whenever she coldn't keep her head in the right place her castings would not work. All of her emotions and feelings would turn off and be replaced by a repulsive and never ending fear. Her mind would stop and be consumed with the thought of my worst curse; the touch of another being deadly to any other personage. 

That is what happened to her that night before she got captured; her thoughts were replaced with only one, and that was to run away. t never occurred to her to fly over the wall, or she could have simply jumped, disappeared (evaporated, melted, de-gravitated), or even fought the men head on. After they had startled her though... that was all the curse needed to take over her.

Thinking about this was making her angry and scared. She still coldn't stand but she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable on the floor, breathing in all of the dust in the air round her. She at least wanted to move onto the small cushioned seat in the middle of the room. Without paying close attention to the papers and small trinkets lying around on the carpeted floor he moved around the couch so she was facing it and stopped abruptly.

Lying already was a boy, no, a man in common clothing, all brown. His chest rose and fell as he breathed softly and ruffled the hair hanging in front of his face.

She had to place both of her hands strongly over her mouth to keep herself from calling out. Another human? I know that this is a palace, but why do people turn up everywhere I am... and MEN of all creatures. Of all of the selfish, tyrannous, unsympathetic, merciless, uncaring...  

She continued in her head while the man continued to sleep. She knew he would wake up soon, though she could not move. Her eyelids were drooping and her legs felt like they've never rested from holdng her up. After a horrifying moment of thinking that she was going to fall on top of the already sleeping figure she slumped to the floor, her head makng a sickening crack on one of the various items strewn about.

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~Nimith Nolin POV~

I awoke to a loud cracking noise below me. It was not a regularly heard noise, like a fires snaps or the breaking of a stick or branch. this was the sound of something that brought pain, in mass amounts.

I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes before taking in my surroundings. I was in my little loft hiding away from the king for a while, waiting for the sunrise to bring  change with it. Wow, do you really still believe that the most powerful man in this kingdom will have changed his mind over-  

My thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a girl at my feet. My mind completely shifted in another direction as I stared at her limp, unconscious body.