Captured Grace

Chapter {7} - M a j e s t i c

Soon enough, there were at least several girls joining myself and the cowardly girl sobbing besides me. My posture remained brawny, shoulders hunched back whilst my chin tilted upwards to highlight my strong will to survive.

I was a survivor. I will survive.

Even though the journey was torturous and agonising, with the dreadful shackles secured around both my arms and ankles, rubbing them raw. My wrists were practically begging for release. I winced in pain each time the carriage collided into what I presumed was a large rock on the ground, causing myself and the surrounding bodies to collide into one another and to be thrown against the treacherous steel walls that caged us like the creatures we were. My eyes trailed to observe the few weeping girls, and those that sat tense and stared at the wall blankly as if hoping to fade out of existence in that moment. The pleading mercy painted into each and every one of their eyes.

I surveyed every fearful person cramped in this isolating space, but my eyes failed to notice the slim female in front of me. Her fierce red hair almost the shade of pure blood stringing loose upon her shoulders, soon drawing my attention. Her eyes were of a fiery hazel, I could've sworn my vision deceived me as a blazing Phoenix rose up within the pupils, causing them to glisten and glow irrationally. Yet there was no fear present within those soulless eyes of hers, they were utterly calm. Too calm.

Her cryptic calmness flooding in her eyes sent a roaring shiver down my spine, I just had to pry my eyes away from her careless state. She was distinctly inattentive to what was happening around us. It was as if she had experienced such things before, and this was just another brutal haunting to add to that list.

I flinched at the thought, tracing my eyes to her extremely pure white skin. I once had thought I was pale, but now as I focused on the toning of our individual skins, I noticed how I was gifted with a fairly soft tan, glistening with an olive finish, phosphorescing from the dark of the carriage, as if my skin was the only source emitting light within this dull prison.

However, her skin, compared to mine, was a ghostly white; So pallid that she could, possibly, camouflage into snow with ease. She was different from the rest, whose every skin were radiating a luminous bronze, complimenting their natural-coloured hair from a variety of blondes to deep silky blacks, but her blazing red hair and lymphatic skin combination would knowingly have caught curious eyes, to absorb her features as if she was eccentric.

Including myself, with my impeccable white strands of hair sprouting crowns from my head, falling free to the arch of my lower back. A silk curtain drooping elegantly over my shoulders in an attempt to mask my abnormally striking blue eyes that usually had people gaping in utter awe.

Staring into the depths of them as if they were in some form of a trance. I received many compliments towards my eyes, that they were merely 'astonishing' and 'heavenly', yet I also caught many envious glares, few people that would try to avoid peering into my eyes as if they were fearful of me, or rather, whatever they saw whenever they glanced within the pupils surrounded by the circular ring of icy blue.

After all, I was a creature. The monster within me being the reason my limbs are currently shackled and chained up to represent the scandalous and abhorrent beast I am. The Grace I possess. But, what is my Grace?

I was lost in thought until a sudden thump sounded as the carriage came to an abrupt stop, and the coils of the door fumbled and rotated in which it cracked open. There, was the Captain and the mesmerising Lieutenant that had the females muttering and drooling over his well-defined body and perfectly sculptured features...
Multiple other soldiers surrounded the entrance of the carriage, ensuring that there was no form on escape. One of the soldiers gripped onto the chains of the red-head, the intense eyes of the imprisoned women lurking upon her as they carefully watched her exit along with the soldier. He yanked harshly, resulting in a slight tumble as she toppled out knees-first and balanced herself within the depth of the sludge.

Then it was our turn to exit this ravishing and isolating hell. One after another, soldiers grasped a handful of chains, picking a girl of their choice who simply appealed to their eyes, and tugged them along as if they were their own personal play-things. I heard the gentle rattling of my chains, In which a soldier beamed at me with a devious expression while he forcefully tugged at the shackles embedding into my skin as if I was an animal.

Until then, the Lieutenant extended his toned arms forward to grasp my chains. He freed me of the harsh grasp of the soldier and replaced it with his own. I could sense a few gasps from the women behind me, whose eyes were glued to the Lieutenant while their lustful breathing lurked on the back of my neck. I merely frowned as he yanked me out, though he was a lot more considerate with his actions. He'd sparsely even looked at me, though we were ordered to obey the Captain and follow them towards what I assumed was a lake.

We trudged through collapsed leaves and sodden mud, trailing behind an individual soldier as they lead us along while our chains clashed together irritatingly. The shackles remained poised upon my wrists, while the other end was cuffed to the Lieutenant's waist belt. That way, if I dared try to run, I would not, and could not, escape successfully. I scarcely even slept since leaving the village, I couldn't. During the travel, it was barely comfortable to pass time with any sleep at all. And even if I tried, I was sure the sobbing of the frigid girls would have disturbed any trace of slumber.

My eyes darted along to absorb my surroundings, in hope of figuring out wherever we had ended up. Though it all seemed new to me, the surroundings appeared majestic and somewhat beautiful. It was nothing I'd ever seen before. This was no mortal land, I could tell.

I had stepped foot in the land of the Fae.

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.:Readers Note:.
I apologise I haven't updated Captured Grace as frequently as I normally do, so this chapter is a decent update. I hope you're enjoying this story, if so, don't forget to follow for more chapter updates (:
Thank you, Angels!
Kind Regards,
~ Kelsey x
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