Aurora

14

Aciraprabha.

I groaned as I came to.

Where am I? The last thing I remember when I was right on the battlefield with Arra and Claire. Then I got knocked away and… nothing.

“Look, the girls awake!” I heard a man laugh and my eyes snapped over to the direction in which the voice came from.

It was then that I realized that I was in a small cage.
Fear ran through my blood as someone put their face up to my cage. They reached through the bars and I blew at them, but nothing came out.

I have no magic.

I cried out as they grabbed my hair and slammed my face against the metal bars, making my face become alight with pain. It was probably going to bruse and swell up later. “Where are the documents?” He growled at me as I tired to move to hit him, but my arms and legs were tied as well.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” I mumbled and he slammed my face again.

“The documents about the history of your planet! Where are they!” He shouted.

The books that Tessa found all those years ago.

“I don't know what you're talking about!” I yelled in return and he threw me back against the cage floor.

“If you don't tell me where they are, then I'll force it out of you.” He growled at me before walking away.
I shook in my bonds as I curled into a ball. What did I do to deserve this?

I shivered as the cold metal sapped the warmth out of me. So cold…

I pulled against the ropes that held me bound and I winced as they rubbed me raw. Scooting back, I rubbed the ropes against the bars, unable to do anything else.

Why does he want the documents about the insham race? I bit my lip, regretting not asking Tessa about them when I had the chance. What was so important about them that he needed them?

More importantly, who is he? He wasn't any monarch I recognized, and he didn't look Erathiahn to me even though I hadn't seen many before, so my knowledge of Erathiahns was little to nothing. I sifted through my memories of the different species and races native to Na’aisho and the surrounding planets, but he didn't match any of them.

I sighed softly as I closed my eyes, finding it pointless to lose any sleep. It would be better if I regained my strength, just in case.

.

I cried out as I was thrown back into my cage like a rag doll.

I don't know how much longer I can withstand this…

It's been hours, maybe days, since I was first taken, and after the first day, I realized that he had been polite with me then. I had no sense of time in here, it was always dark; no night, no day. Everything was a rough estimate. I could've been in here for mere minutes, but it actually be years. Then my thoughts drifted to him.

I couldn't count up the different amount of tactics of torture he had used to try to get me to talk, but I wouldn't. Partially because I didn't even know what was actually in those books.

After the third day, I believed at least, he untied me, knowing that I was too weak to escape.

But I wasn't, I just had to wait.

I had to wait for the right time…

.

The man hadn't visited me for a while, which I was grateful for, because it gave me time to recuperate. My magic had long since recovered, but I was still unable to use it.