Just gonna say this once because I don't want to be repetitive and I know that people don't like reading the side comments from the weird author ;)
**Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I only own the plot, and maybe some eventual places that I might make up that the characters go to. Maybe.**
The dungeon was damp and cold. A light brisk wind blew in when the door creaked open. The only fresh air in days. Moss trailed along the wall, darkening the color of the bricks.
The prisoner was sitting alone in her cell. Her hair that had once been entirely pale blonde was now streaked with black. They hung from her temples, dirty from lack of a wash in at least two months. She had already lost track of the days she'd been here. At first, she had counted them by carving on the stone wall. But if you look at those marks now, you'll know that she had lost hope long ago.
At the sound of the ruffling of cloth, she raised her head. Her pale beautiful face looked innocent for a second. The next it was twisted into a snarl. A growl like that of a wild beast escaped her cracked lips.
Her lunch―it was set on a tiny cracked plate; a round piece of stale bread and some moldy tomato soup―was delivered through the thick iron bars. The servant looked at the prisoner with disgust.
At the look that the maid had given her, the woman jumped forward, reaching for the servant's neck. Alas, thick chains also made of iron held her arms. At her resistance, the manacles―at her wrist, by her ankles and around her throat―glowed red and a searing pain burned through her whole body. She flinched back, clawing at her throat to rid her of the band there that held her like a punished dog. A filthy dog that the world feared and hated.
She gripped her hands into fists, trying to channel the magic that flowed in her veins. It didn't work. It hadn't since the moment she had been chained into this cell. Iron blocked all magic. No matter how strong.
She couldn't believe it in the beginning. The ones that had imprisoned her in this awful place were her own parents. Betrayed by those that had once been dear to her. She only held hate for them now.
They had turned on her the moment her name had appeared on the dreaded dagger. Her powers that had once been light magic, the product of true love were now stained, just like her blood, and filled with black energy.
She was no longer human. She was a monster. An untamed and savage creature.
She was the Dark Swan.