"What's in Store"
Chapter One: The New Prison
Sighing, she picked up the small chunk of stone and scrapped another line next to the others on the wall of her prison. 'So traditional...' Delmina thought and smiled ever so faintly to herself as she glanced to the opposite wall where rays of sunlight shone through a tiny barred window near the ceiling signaling a new day. Hanging her head, she let her once glossy and gleaming blue-black hair fall around her face, forming a curtain to block her vision of the dim cell around her. Outside the steel door she could hear the constant mutterings of some guard and that damn sorcerer who, no matter what, kept constant watch, could never be to careful about "them damn 'witches'" after all, remembering what her captors had said when she'd forced come here...
FlashBack
"Difficult whore, shut up," A gruff voice screamed to her as three men shoved her screaming, struggling form into the dim room with brute force, causing her to crash to the hard floor, her armor only intensifying that sound. They stood in the doorway, watching as she picked her bruised and battered self up off the ground, leaning on her elbows as she panted to catch her breath. Screaming is a tiring business, she had thought much later. But now, the biggest of the three kneeled down beside her and gave a wicked grin, cupping her chin so tightly that she couldn't pull it away as he brought his face so close to hers that she could smell the stale beer on his breath when he spoke," Now listen up, I'm quite a fair man, I know what it's like to be an imprisoned warrior so I'm going to make you a deal. You be a good little girl and stay in here and be quiet and you can keep your own clothes. But if not..." He smiled his wicked smile again, letting his sentence hang before standing and turning to leave with the other two, closing the door firmly behind him, leaving her to stare after them a moment.
As she examined the room, a window not much lower on the wall then the ceiling let in a little light to show that the walls were stone blocks with mortar between the crevices and the floor the same, only covered in a light layer of dirt, grime, molding straw, and who knew what else, not that she particularly wanted to think of what else as she spotted a pair of rusty shackles attached to short chains affixiated to one corner. The room itself consisted only on one stool and a chipped pot for doing dirty business.
Standing, she examined the door, a thick wood. 'This could be difficult,' She thought aggravated, but like hell she would stay here! Concentrating all her focus on the door she closed her eyes and softly murmured a few words before they popped back open, fiery rage mirrored in their glazed over look as the door burst into flames and exploded, allowing her to step through.
But alas, her freedom had not been long, no matter how much power one person might have, eventually force in numbers is a match to bring you down. So she had been stripped of her armor and placed, very unwillingly of course, in some ragged excuse for a dress and relocated to a more "safer" cell, guarded constantly at least by that one particular sorcerer who had once said as she leaned shackled against the wall, "One can never be to careful when it comes to dealing with those "witchy" kind of people."
End FlashBack
Smiling again to herself she glanced around her new location, well, she supposed after a month it really wasn't that new, but it was slightly better then the first cell they had tried to force her into staying in. For one thing, this cell really was new, it was part of the newly built section of the dungeons, or so she had heard. More sunlight also came through the window. She still hated it here though, but there was no trying to escape this time, instead of the thick wood, a thick metal door stood in the opening, and beyond that, the ever present sorcerer. 'Damn him.'
She wondered now what had happened to those raiders who had captured her in the first place. Her whole trip to wherever this place was had been a mystery, blindfolded or drugged, she knew they had traveled for days and each day she wondered when they were going to kill her. Of course they had threatened that they would, either that or rape her till she died she did but they never touched her except to give her a meager meal once in a while to keep her from dying, couldn't have her die on them, oh no, questions are asked when one is found with the possession of a foreign corpse, not to mention that after awhile they tend to give off a lovely little aroma. But still she wondered what would happen to her, if she would ever escape or if they would soon kill her in the unknown place.
But her thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open, causing her to jump and turn toward it in surprise as a girl in a frilled light blue dress with long blonde, braided hair to her waist was shoved in.
Chapter One: The New Prison
Sighing, she picked up the small chunk of stone and scrapped another line next to the others on the wall of her prison. 'So traditional...' Delmina thought and smiled ever so faintly to herself as she glanced to the opposite wall where rays of sunlight shone through a tiny barred window near the ceiling signaling a new day. Hanging her head, she let her once glossy and gleaming blue-black hair fall around her face, forming a curtain to block her vision of the dim cell around her. Outside the steel door she could hear the constant mutterings of some guard and that damn sorcerer who, no matter what, kept constant watch, could never be to careful about "them damn 'witches'" after all, remembering what her captors had said when she'd forced come here...
FlashBack
"Difficult whore, shut up," A gruff voice screamed to her as three men shoved her screaming, struggling form into the dim room with brute force, causing her to crash to the hard floor, her armor only intensifying that sound. They stood in the doorway, watching as she picked her bruised and battered self up off the ground, leaning on her elbows as she panted to catch her breath. Screaming is a tiring business, she had thought much later. But now, the biggest of the three kneeled down beside her and gave a wicked grin, cupping her chin so tightly that she couldn't pull it away as he brought his face so close to hers that she could smell the stale beer on his breath when he spoke," Now listen up, I'm quite a fair man, I know what it's like to be an imprisoned warrior so I'm going to make you a deal. You be a good little girl and stay in here and be quiet and you can keep your own clothes. But if not..." He smiled his wicked smile again, letting his sentence hang before standing and turning to leave with the other two, closing the door firmly behind him, leaving her to stare after them a moment.
As she examined the room, a window not much lower on the wall then the ceiling let in a little light to show that the walls were stone blocks with mortar between the crevices and the floor the same, only covered in a light layer of dirt, grime, molding straw, and who knew what else, not that she particularly wanted to think of what else as she spotted a pair of rusty shackles attached to short chains affixiated to one corner. The room itself consisted only on one stool and a chipped pot for doing dirty business.
Standing, she examined the door, a thick wood. 'This could be difficult,' She thought aggravated, but like hell she would stay here! Concentrating all her focus on the door she closed her eyes and softly murmured a few words before they popped back open, fiery rage mirrored in their glazed over look as the door burst into flames and exploded, allowing her to step through.
But alas, her freedom had not been long, no matter how much power one person might have, eventually force in numbers is a match to bring you down. So she had been stripped of her armor and placed, very unwillingly of course, in some ragged excuse for a dress and relocated to a more "safer" cell, guarded constantly at least by that one particular sorcerer who had once said as she leaned shackled against the wall, "One can never be to careful when it comes to dealing with those "witchy" kind of people."
End FlashBack
Smiling again to herself she glanced around her new location, well, she supposed after a month it really wasn't that new, but it was slightly better then the first cell they had tried to force her into staying in. For one thing, this cell really was new, it was part of the newly built section of the dungeons, or so she had heard. More sunlight also came through the window. She still hated it here though, but there was no trying to escape this time, instead of the thick wood, a thick metal door stood in the opening, and beyond that, the ever present sorcerer. 'Damn him.'
She wondered now what had happened to those raiders who had captured her in the first place. Her whole trip to wherever this place was had been a mystery, blindfolded or drugged, she knew they had traveled for days and each day she wondered when they were going to kill her. Of course they had threatened that they would, either that or rape her till she died she did but they never touched her except to give her a meager meal once in a while to keep her from dying, couldn't have her die on them, oh no, questions are asked when one is found with the possession of a foreign corpse, not to mention that after awhile they tend to give off a lovely little aroma. But still she wondered what would happen to her, if she would ever escape or if they would soon kill her in the unknown place.
But her thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open, causing her to jump and turn toward it in surprise as a girl in a frilled light blue dress with long blonde, braided hair to her waist was shoved in.