Dark Magic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Not long after I retreated back to my corner I heard two guards’ footsteps making their way to my cell.

MY CELL!

This hasn’t happened before, they never entre my cell other than to feed me and I have already eaten.

And two never come at once.

Something's wrong.

Am I going to die today?

My body goes ridged all over.

Oh my god, this is it.

All of my willpower is useless now.

I cringe at the image in my mind of my last dying breath.

“You get up here now!” Requested one of the guards, he’s face hard and fearsome.

I get up as fast as I can which isn’t that fast and get to the cell gate.

The guard opens the door with a key and they both roughly grab my arms one on each side to restraint me.

They walk me out and into the corridor and down up the stairs. I keep tripping my feet as I have forgotten how to use them.

They say absolutely nothing on the way to my death.

I start to feel tears flow down my face like its raining.

It’s so overwhelming! I think I’m going to throw up.

I lose my sense of direction in a blur and can’t tell where I am.

Finally, I’m taken to a large room completely different to what I was expecting; it’s wealthy and spectacular.

There are expensive painting hanging on the brick walls, array of different ordainments and well-made furniture with a red wooden desk full of papers.

Then it dawned on me, this is Salvador chambers’, he’s the leader of the Nixion army. He’s the one who started this chaos.

This isn’t a good place to be then.

By the large fireplace, two people emerge from a secret door I presume as there is no visible door in that side of the room.

Not so secret anymore.

In front is unquestionably Salvador with his expensive attire, red and black with an etching of Nixion on his left breast.

He would be in his early fifties I’d say, his hair grey along with his beard and he has a distinguished scar running from his left eye to his cheek.

How very cliché, Salvador.

I have never actually seen him but I know what he looks like.

The other is a man, a young man at that, a few years older than I.

Must be his son but I didn’t think he had a son.

I have never heard anything about Salvador’s helper.

Salvador takes a seat at his desk while his son stands beside him.

They don’t look alike but since when does blood run above the skin: looks don’t mean a thing.

He’s son has light brown hair like mine and blue eyes also like mine.

His nose is sharp and so is his jaw; I would find him attractive but I don’t think I could find anyone who played a part in torturing me attractive or the fact of being related to Salvador for that matter. 

“Cyria, I believe it to be. You look a little rough around the edges, nothing like your old self,” smirked Salvador, with a hint of repulsiveness.

I wipe away all my fears and become tough. I’m not going to be bullied into my death.

“Really. Well I have been caged like a feral dog; forgive me for my appalling appearance old man. I actually find my current position as a complement, with all your men around to restraint me. Are you afraid of a seventeen year old girl?” I croaked, but my voice became soother further on.

My thought felt like sand paper. Salvador grinned his teeth in my response. Clearly, I have the upper hand when it comes to surprises.

“Haha… no I’m not afraid. You’re here because I want to know if you’re a magic user. Are you Cyria a magic user? It’s okay to say, I promise,” he stated, with affection.

My heart jumps. Can he tell? Can his son tell? I don’t give any admission to his question in my face. I look at him straight in the eyes like anyone who tells the truth would.

“No. Did you think I would be here if I had magic? I would have been able to escape,” I lied. I mask that lie and try to fully believe that to be true. But it’s hard.

Salvador smiled, but an evil smile, like he knows something. He gives his son a nod and his son walks up to me. He stands taller than me; my head reaches his Adams apple. He look at me straight in the eyes and I do the same.  

“This here is my Magic Spotter Oren. He can tell if someone possess any sort of magic, even if it’s the smallest of amounts,” Salvador added with a smirk.

Shit!

I involuntarily sucked in a harsh breath. I look away from Oren, who remained where he was without a flicker of emotion. I’m so dead. After a few moments Oren turns around and strides back to his last position by Salvador.

“She possess no magic whatsoever Lord Salvador,“ declared Oren, without hesitation. It’s like he truly believes it, but he’s a Magic Spotter. He’s gotta be a fake, which would explain why he doesn’t give off any magic vibe. I relax at this thought; I’m relieved he can’t sense my magic.

“So you were telling the truth after all. Good for you then, you passed the test. You are allowed to live but don’t be so relieved, you are now a slave under my command,” announced Salvador, with a grin.

A slave, I’m going to be a slave. The guards pull me back and I lose balance falling off my feet. However, they keep pulling dismissing the ability for me to stand up again. So, they pull me out of Salvador and Oren’s sight like a dead useless body.                          

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