Deirdre
A rude awakening indeed…
“Why can't I feel my legs?” I yelled, noticing that the more I begged my muscles to move, the less they worked. “What have you done to me?”
Kane stood by the bed, his redheaded pixie near him. Another fae dressed in white robes stood opposite them. All three were staring at me.
“Good, you're alive,” Kane replied. “Well, I’ve done more than my share,” he continued. “I'll have the guards bring up some buckets of water so that you may wash off that pond scum. There should be a chamber pot under the bed.”
I glared as he hovered closer. I tried to lift my arm, my leg, but my body refused to respond to any movement.
“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice deepening. “You will be obedient. Escape is not an option. If you decide to try to leave or cause any problems, I have a magical dampener designed justfor you, ready to snuff out that ability of yours. This is my home, and youwilllisten to my commands.”
Using my power, I searched for the roots of the ground, but found nothing. Everything felt muted and distant. I didn't like the disconnected feeling.
“Where am I?” I said, my voice scratchy.
“You are in Caste Castle in the spire.”
I didn't know what that meant.
His mouth curved into a grin. “The spire is a room far from any plant or grass or tree. In here you are just a human, nothing more. Welcome to your new home.”
I hated him.
This would never be my home. I’d find a way to escape.
“See that she's cleaned and she stays in here until she behaves.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. “This is to the room.”
The handmaiden bowed again, taking the key into her soft hands.
“Anna, with me,” he said to the redheaded pixie.
“Coming, Your Majesty,” she said and flew right beside him.
The two of them left and the door shut, my fate decided.
“You must help me escape,” I said to the fae tending to me.
Liora shook her head. “That is out of the question, my lady.”
She placed her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes. Warmth spread through my body, removing the numbness and sending life back into my limbs. When she finished, all the feeling had returned.
“What did you do?” Sitting up, I flexed my hands.
“It’s one of my gifts.” Her lavender eyes had a golden ring around her irises.
“Are you a light bearer?”
With a soft smile, she shook her head. “Not quite. My poweris a manipulation of the elements of aura and light. It allows me to manipulate someone’s aura, fixing certain illnesses.”
Slowly, I sat up. While I could finally move all my limbs, a sluggish fatigue lingered. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Is there anything I can get for you?”
