I was shaking from the cold. It was damp down here too, which made it worse. The chill seemed to seep into my bones. I had to get out of here. But how? Maybe fate will favor me. I let myself think the beautiful thought for a second. Then I let it go. There wasn't anything I could do to get myself out, as the cell was protected against any kind of magic. Loud footsteps came from the stairwell at the opposite end of the corridor, a voice muttering curses. I almost let myself have hope, until I realised it was Alan.
"Good, at least you haven't escaped." He let out a breath... a sigh? As if he was relieved.
"Wait... Queenie got out?" I felt hope wash over me like a ray of sunshine.
"Yes, unfortunately." Alan bent down and slid a small bowl between the bars of the cell. I hesitantly peered inside, finding nothing but water. I gave him a puzzled look. "I'm not cruel enough to let you die of thirst." I still didn't trust the water. It was probably drugged, or worse, laced with some sort of poison that would kill me. I pushed it into the corner.
"Do you think I'm going to trust you enough to drink that?"
"What other choice do you have?" He was right. It was either die of thirst or die of poison. He had cornered me, again. God, how is he so good at that? Still, I wouldn't drink the water.
"Since you're not cooperating, I guess I'll just leave. There's no point in being down here when I have other matters to attend to." Alan walked down the hallway and up the stairwell without another word. I still held on to the hope that Queenie would come. That maybe, just maybe, fate would favor me one more time.
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The One Who Was Chained
FantasíaThe unlikely story of how a girl, her wyvern, a talking hawk and an outcast save the Bermuda Triangle. --- The Bermuda Triangle, a place where the veil of reality is lifted, and a world filled with creatures of myth and legend rule. Mairen, a magic...
