Soft rocking came to her mind as if held in the arms of her mother, then came the cold, so intense and so much colder than the most sever snow storm she had had found her self to be out in. She shivered constantly but she could not do anything about covering herself. Her arms raised and chained above her, now numb from being held up for so long, her mind just as numb from the repeated blasts of pain she had felt against her. She had been nothing but a toy used by a Magister , if he wanted to hit something, she was it , if he wanted to try a ritual she took the force of it, each line that was cut and filled in her skin each time she felt as if she had been dipped into molten hot lava. She..was nothing to nobody, abandoned at the Magister door at birth, she had been raised as a slave by the elven slaves, even being human.
But it all changed once she reached maturity, she was shunned then she was called to the Magister's room where he offered her a drink. The others had warned her of what he might do, she refused and was knocked to the ground by a blow across her cheek. Where upon two other solders held her down on her knees and pulled back hard on her head. Her neck hurt as she was forced to drink, the warm liquid sent her coughing an spluttering. But what she had taken in was enough, she found the room suddenly rolling, spinning, rocking as she was taken down to a secret room only accessed via the Magister's room. There she would remain until he grew bored of her. But all the time she was plotting in her mind , she would be free and she would kill the man who had tortured her all her adult life
"Blank her memory and dump her, I tire of her." His voice comes crashing threw her mind. She sees a shadow wave an arm as her head is tipped back more liquid is poured into her mouth and darkness returns.
Now when she wakes and she sees nothing but heavy sackcloth and hears voices, then nothing. Only it doesn't last as a pain hits her from her ribs as something hard hits. She can't see what had hit her but the rolling made her almost want to throw up against the smell of the sack and the wetness she feels on her now burning skin. No cooling trickle of cold water to sooth where she had been burnt but the soft patter against it making it tingle and sizzle as each drop hit her. After a moment she heard the sound of a cart moving away from her and she rolled to her back her hands now tied behind her back. Pulling up her legs she managed to get them to the front but she was too exhausted to remove the bag the drug still holding her in its grasp. She waited a few minuets more then reached up tugging at the sack at first it did not move then the cord that held it around her head snapped and she quickly discarded it , she saw dark grey clouds as the rain fell it felt strange against her cheeks and forehead.
Something touched her scuttled across her torso and she flinched opening her eyes to quickly swat at what eve it was. She saw now held in her hand a small brown mouse. She placed it down and watched it scuttle away. Bringing her hands up she used her teeth to chew threw the rope that bound her wrists, marking them and leaving red angry burns as the now wet rope twisted and burned her but eventually gave up and broke.