Hi again, guys. I decided to maybe try to write every week a new chapter for this story, starting next week. If I can, I'll post them earlier. I also thought of maybe trying to write another story on the same book. Anyway, I hope you guys like this new chapter. Feel free to leave any reviews!
P.S. If I do write a new story, I'll write a new chapter for each story every other week.
Chapter 2
He swung a punch, hitting me right in the jaw. I fell to the ground, panting. I could taste blood in my mouth, dribbling down my chin. He walked over to me and placed a foot over my leg, gently resting it on top of my ankle.
"I told you to say bye while you could."
His foot went down, crushing my foot. I screamed and banged my fist against the wooden stage. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to summon lightening, which was a stupid mistake. The collar burned my neck. Maven laughed, crouching down beside my head.
"We all know what happens when you try to do that. I had that made for people just like you." He smiled and stood up. With my good leg, I swung it round his ankle and he tripped. He fell to the floor but stood back up quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me up to face him.
"Never, ever think of doing something like that again." Maven threw me, like a toy he didn't want to play with anymore. I crashed against the walls, dark swirls beginning to form at the ends of my vision. Blood trickled down the back of my skull. But this wasn't enough for him. He came and dragged me back up the wall, fingers enclosed around my neck. He squeezed tighter and tighter, until finally, the darkness took over, turning everything black.
I wasn't dead. What confirmed my belief was the fact that I could feel a burning in the back of my head. Why can't you just die, idiot? Another piece of evidence was that I could see a tray of bottles beside my head. And bloody bandages. Which I presumed were mine, since it was red blood. I tried sit up, but my back screamed as I did. Collapsing back down, panting, I turned my head to see who had the pleasure of being with me.
A young girl, no older than Gisa, was wrapping a wound at my upper-arms, occasionally pouring a few drops of a stinging translucent liquid onto it. Gisa. Was she watching? Tears.
List of people to not think about:
-Gisa
-Cal
I tried to prop my upper body up by using my elbows, but both my arms collapsed under the weight. I took a closer look at them, finally realizing how damaged they were. Both were scorched black from my fingertips to just bellow my elbows. I tried flexing my fingers, but it felt like I hadn't used them in ages. And it hurt. The girl gently pushed my head up, replacing my already-soaked bandages with fresh, clean ones. I touched my jaw and immediately pulled back, regretting that I ever tried. It was wrapped in bandages, but that didn't stop the pain. I tried opening my mouth to say something. It felt like my jaw would rip right off if I tried again. In panic, I searched my cell for something to write with. Again, stupid. How was I supposed to write with burnt fingers? My cell. I wasn't in the one which I was before the fight. I was in one of those old cells, the ones with walls made of Silent Stone.
My collar. I reached for my neck in hope. But it was still there.
I looked down at the rest of my body, seeing both my legs wrapped, my feet scorched. There was a bandage wrapped around my stomach. Probably for my back. Exhausted, I fell back down on the pillows. My vision was blurring.
"Drink." The girl had finally spoken. She pointed at the glass beside my hip. I held up my fingers. She smiled and took the cup, gently opened my mouth and poured the liquid down my throat. I could see her blush slightly as she did this, realizing as colour rose to her cheeks, that she was a Red.
Why an average Red girl, why not a healer to fix it quickly?
Because he wants me to suffer. Slowly.
"In a few hours, the medicine will kick in, drugging you. You'll fall asleep, the pain will be gone, replaced with numbness. I don't know how long you'll be asleep. But I can assure you, most of your minor injuries will be healed by then." The person keeping watch had finally spoken. He turned and grinned at me.
After the girl had gathered her supplies, she left immediately with one of the guards waiting at the door. Getting bored, I tried to relax down into the soft pillows, drawing a blanket over my body. The guard banged on the door. I looked at him with a questioning look. He cleared his throat.
"His royal highness, the second son of the deceased King Tiberias VI and Queen Elara, King Maven of Norta." He announced.
And Maven walked in.