A/N: Hello friends! So…. For this idea, all the credit goes to my friend light-and-Shadows-Mist-and-ice! So thank you soooooooo much! Anyways, I hope you guys like this! Also, it's set back to the time of the first
Briella's POV
Briella slowly opened her bedroom door's balcony door. This would be her only chance to escape. If she failed, her father would sell her to the king of Luna, Cyprus Blackburn.
Her father had long wanted to become a superior to the king. He'd been the first Lunar to develop the capabilities of manipulating bioelectricity. Since then, other Lunars had developed the gift. Every Lunar who'd been born within the last twenty years had the lunar gift. Cyprus Blackburn had been born thirty seven years ago with the gift. Briella knew her father had been furious when King Cyprus had been born.
When she'd been born, her father had nearly thrown her off the balcony of their mansion when he'd found out she had the gift. Especially since her mother had died birthing her. The one thing that had stopped him from ending her life was when he'd realized that with her gift, he might be able to gain favor over the King should she be trained well.
Last night, she'd overheard his plans. He'd been pacing his bedroom, muttering to himself.
"Two days time, and I'll be famous. She's fully capable of glamouring that buffoon. Maybe he'll even offer to marry her, and that'll make me partially royalty. Two more days of living with that stupid girl…." he'd muttered.
Taking a deep breath, Briella pulled her long hair into a quick ponytail before peering off the edge of her balcony. It wasn't to sharp a drop, if she just tucked and rolled before impact, she should easily avoid breaking her legs.
Biting her bottom lip, she willed away all doubt before leaping. The drop came sooner than expected, and she barely managed to roll. Shakily sitting up, her breath caught. She was free. Only one problem.
Where would she go? To the new outer sectors? Maybe the lava tubes deep under the moon's surface that they'd finished excavating a few years ago. Briella decided that would be her best bet. From the colonization of the moon, there might still be some food left there. She could survive until she figured out how to make her way to the fairly new outer sectors.
As she ran, Briella did not bother taking one look at the city of Artemisia. She'd hated it, ever since she was a child. Most children would love the idea of living in a huge mansion. The only issue, was it came with a demon of a father.
Her heart soared as she neared the outer reaches of the still forming city. This was her chance to escape all of it. As she ran through the streets of Artemisia, Briella was glad that there was no one about. The artificial daylight had gone away, and by Lunar standards it was approximately midnight.
One more turn, and she could see the edge of the dome. A small door on the side, surrounded by three walls and a roof. A ladder on the other side. The way into the lava tubes. Briella sprinted the distance.
Just as her hand reached up to scan her fingerprints, which would open the door, another hand grabbed her arm roughly. The man jerked her back, hard, and she stumbled to the ground, landing on her hip.
Briella bit back a hiss of pain, instead turning towards her attacker. Already, she was reaching her conscious out to him, so she could manipulate him to leave her alone. Forget she was there.
A sharp sting in her neck told her this man was prepared. Seconds later, her vision darkened, and she collapsed on the hard ground.
Briella's eyelids fluttered open, only to reveal pure darkness. A rough fabric was around her eyes, tied to tight behind her head. Her neck was throbbing, and it took her a minute to remember why. He'd caught her. She knew it was her father, that filthy…. Briella tried to move her arms to untie the fabric, but they were tied tight behind her back with scratchy rope that dug into her skin. Of course, her father had gone to the extra length of tying her ankles together with the same rope. At least her jeans covered the skin, protecting it from the harsh rope.
Footsteps. A door creaking open. Someone grabbed her arm, hoisting her up with little to no kindness. Briella knew it was her father.
"Ready for the big day? Briella, I'm expecting you to not disappoint. If you do, I will probably be executed for treason, and you as well I can only assume will also be executed. Hurry up, get moving," her father ordered in a gravelly voice.
Grunting when he shoved her forwards, she started to walk in what she hoped was a straight line. The hand on her arm guided her through the house and the city of Artemisia.
Briella soon heard two massive gates being pushed open. When her bare feet touched smooth marble, she knew she'd just entered the recently finished palace. There would be no escape now.
They walked up many sets of stairs and Briella noticed that different hands were gripping hers. Her father must've switched with the guards, and she assumed he was being brought to the King and she…. Well, she could guess to the dungeons. Except dungeons were normally down, whereas she was being brought up.
Keys jingling. Clinking of metal on metal. Scraping. Creaking door hinges. Briella guessed they were opening her prison cell.
Whoever was guiding her shoved her hard, sending her stumbling to the floor. She went to put her hands in front of her, but no, they were still tied up. Her face collided with the rough stone. Laughter. Those stupid, filthy….
Briella's blindfold was ripped off, and she desperately wanted to hide the tears streaming down her face. The guards snickered.
"What does the king want done with her until he arrives?" One of the guards asked the other. Now that Briella could see, she noticed they were both wearing a uniform with shoulder armor and a gun holster.
"We need to take away her lunar gift, first, for starters. Otherwise she could glamour us into believing her," the second guard replied. Take away her lunar gift? Briella gulped. She was as good as dead, now. Of course she couldn't actually spin straw to gold.
"Oh! Right. Here, I have the serum," the first guard exclaimed, pulling out a small syringe. Briella's heart raced as he stepped towards her. She had no idea that King Cyprus had also found a liquid that could, well, turn off their abilities. The only thing she knew was that if she survived this, she needed to find and destroy it.
Gripping one of her arms, the guard stabbed her with the syringe. And yes, literally stabbed her. With no care at all. Briella yelped from the pain, which grew into a scream when he injected the liquid into her arm. It burned like a hot, raging fire as it raced through her body, and when it reached her mind it blazed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Why did it have to hurt so, so much?
The second guard then stepped forwards towards Briella. He bent down, grabbing a small chain she hadn't noticed before. Clipping it around her ankle, he slid another key into the tiny lock and it clicked. Briella then noticed the reason was because she had a huge window in the side of her small, round prison. She should've jumped when she had the chance. Surely death by her own hand would be better then what the King would dream up of for her.
Unsheathing his knife on his belt, the guard cut her bonds around her wrists before they both left, closing and locking the door. When the footsteps faded away, Briella let the tears come. How had everything gone so, so wrong? The raging fire in her mind, at least, was calming down.
Sniffling, Briella attempted to call up a glamor. Just to prove them wrong. Nothing happened. No strain on her mind. Just… Quiet. She couldn't sense any bioelectricity anywhere. Burying her head in her hands, her body shook with quiet sobs.
An hour passed before Briella heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. She saw a guard unlocking the door, but instead of a guard stepping in, it was King Cyprus Blackburn.
He had short cropped black hair, and a chiseled jawline. His eyes were cobalt blue, he had broad shoulders and stood at about five foot nine. Cyprus wore a black suit with a high neckline, his sleeves were neatly cuffed and he wore professional grey pants with black boots. Behind him, a long red cape fluttered gently in the breeze from Briella's window, pinned around his neck with a silver Crescent Moon.
"Hmm…. Well, you certainly are beautiful. With or without glamor, I cannot tell," Cyprus started. His brow furrowed, before he let out an exasperated sigh.
"The serum worked to well…. How are we supposed to control you if we cannot manipulate your bioelectricity? Then again, you can't ours…. We'll figure it out," he sighed. King Cyprus took a few steps closer to her, peering straight at her with those beautiful eyes.
"Listen, girl. My guards are just getting some straw and finding you a spinning wheel, if those things even still exist. Your father tells me you can spin straw to gold, eh? Tell you what. I want every straw of gold in this tower spun to gold by dawn tomorrow. If not…. I'll cut off your pretty head."
A/N: Hi guys! I really hope you liked that! If you did, feel free to review! I'll see you guys next time!