Lorelai was held prisoner for many years by Beron and his son, Eris. Taken at the mere age of thirteen, she spent five, long years of her life being tortured and beaten for the amusement of Fae. Fortunately, a kind soul lived in the castle. Lorelai...
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Atop a tower deep in the wood rested a small, stuffy room. The cage-like chamber was empty except for a bare mattress pushed against the concrete walls, a stack of novels placed by a small window, and a chipped, gold vanity.
Seated at the vanity, a young human woman stares into the emotionless eyes of her own reflection, all too aware of the ivory lace gown pooling around her ankles.
A once jovial soul is now silent, like fall leaves suffocated by winter's frost.
Hanging on the bare wall, a clock ticks like the timer on a bomb. Each tick brings her closer to her fate.
An invisible demon known as Dread sits draped across her scratchy cot, sharpening his knives.
Scanning the reflection, she sees dull hair put up in a complicated plait, dark lips once accustomed to smiling are now drawn in a permanent, tight line, and of course, rosy blush paints her cheeks in an attempt to make her seem less of a corpse. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I saw myself.
And I did not like what I saw. I saw a woman waiting to give her life away to a cruel man. I saw myself living the rest of my short human life in misery and pain.
I refuse to become that woman.
Turning my gaze away from the mirror and walking towards the small window, I peer out. From being so high up, everything looked looked so small. I almost laughed at the sight. Ironically, its just as how the Fae see my race.
Weak. Inferior. Disposable.
Sitting on my bed, I thought through my escape options. I could attack the guards when they come from me. No, there are too many of them. I looked back towards the window. Letting out a sigh, I realized that my only option was to try and climb out of the window.
Even if I fall to my death, at least I will still be free from Beron and his terrible son.
And if everything goes well, I could run through the forest and be far enough away before they even realize I'm gone.
I take my makeshift knife out from under my moldy mattress and use it to cut my dress off just above my knees.
'Okay', I think to myself as I pick the lock on the window, 'Here goes nothing'.
I push open the window and prop myself up on the ledge. Taking one last deep breath, I start to carefully climb down the stone wall of my prison.
By the time I made it to the bottom, the sun had already set. I waste no time sprinting off into the forest because I know that it is only a matter of minutes before they will come for me.
Just as I reach the edge of the forest, the distant patter of horses feels my ears.
The cold evening air shocks my throat and lungs as I inhale deeper. Increasing my speed, I continue to run deeper into the dark forest.
Once I think that I'm a good distance away from the castle and the search party, I allow myself to slow down to a jog.
As I take in my surroundings, I realize just how eerie the forest is at night.
Moonlight shines through the canopy, creating the illusion of shadows dancing on the damp earthy floor. The chirps of crickets, distant howls of a nearby wolf pack, and a soft clatter is all I can hear. Putting my hear against the dirt, my worst fear is confirmed.
The sound of hooves continues to grow louder as I quickly push myself off of the ground and begin sprinting again.
As the sound of men yelling grows louder, I take a look over my shoulder. As I turn a corner, My feet slip outwards on the wet winter leaves. Letting out a quick yelp of pain I get up, ignoring the jarring pain shooting up through my ankle. Suddenly I collide with something hard.
A grunt beside me on the floor distracts me from the pain I feel in my chest and legs. Swiftly pulling out my knife from the strap on my thigh and staggering up, I pounce on them and hold my knife to their throat.
'Who are you' I demand while catching my breath.
Before my mind can process whats happening, the person reverses our position by pinning me against a tree. With the moon illuminating them from behind, I get a better look at my winged opponent.
Strong, furrowed brows, sharp features, and stoic hazel eyes adorn his face.
Reacting quickly, I lift my knee up to where the sun doesn't shine and using the inside of my arm, successfully elbow him in the face. He staggered back whilst holding his nose with one hand and his crotch with the other.
The low rumble of his voice is unexpected, and stirs a foreign feeling inside of me.
'Who are you and what is a human like you doing here?'. He speaks with so much authority I almost answer him, but I manage to refrain from doing so. Before replying I scoff and push him back while crossing my arms over my chest.
'I asked you first', I couldn't help but smirk when I saw the blood drip from his probably broken-nose.
His reply was soft, like rolling thunder that billows across skies an a stormy night.
