Dark Magic

Chapter 3

I get thrown in a shower room and told to get cleaned up.

 The guards leave and stand outside the door without any word.

 The shower room is quiet small and comprises of one shower, a sink and a wooden bench with clean clothes and a towel.

I turn the water on and let it fall over my neglected body; I savour every drop of fresh clean water that hits my body.

 I use the soap available and lather my body, its perfume locking into my pores.

 If I’m going to be a slave, then why am I getting luxury treatment of a shower with expensive soap? Anyway best not to dwell, as this might be the last time I get a shower.

 I wash off the soap and pour the shampoo in my hand and lather it in my long tangled hair.

 I can’t believe how nice it feels, I could get used to this.

 After spending a good amount of time rubbing it in, I wash it out.

 I touch my hair and it feels like not one speck of dirt is there. It’s great! I pour the conditioner straight on my head using more than necessary, but who cares?

I rub it in making sure I get every spot. Once I’m done I stand under the water, just letting the feeling of water flow over my body.

I hear a knock at the door, implying me to hurry up. I quickly get out of the shower and brush my teeth with the brush and paste provided.

I don’t want the guards to burst in while I’m naked! I dry myself and quickly dress; the clothing is a two piece, a black T-shirt with long black pants.

I notice the etching of Salvador’s logo located the left breast. I’m already branded as his slave I see; well I won’t be for long.

Once I get my strength back I’m getting out of here; what Salvador didn’t know is I have been trained to fight hand in hand combats not to mention my knife, archery and sward skills.

Before I was captured by the Nixion army, I had been trained to fight by a Magic User.

He believed war between Magic Users and the mundane would arise which triggered his idea to teach us to fight and use magic.

Only, I never got to the magic part because that’s when the war started.  There are different types of Magic Users: Elemental, Spiritual and Physical.

I haven’t worked out what mine is yet, I was brought up to never encourage it.

My parents told me to keep it a secret; they were scared of the mundane.

We are a dying breed; both of my parents and I have magic but my sister.

I knock on the door and a guard opens it, grabbing me roughly by the arms and pulling me out of the room and down the hallway.