Well, I thought that I should devote some time to my ficathon pieces which I have abandoned for several months. Even though I had an incurable writers block and could not for the life of me think what to put up for the last several months, I think I have finally gotten over it, and now I have to study what I wrote last, because I can't remember were I left off, or the name of my main character. And after that conjure something up for your reading pleasure.
And Iliana-Punk. You didn't read the last chapter! I can't believe it! I will repeat what Delia called me again-Punk!
SO here it is. And if I have skipped something vital don't blame it on me-it's the writers block's fault.
Azure sat, huddling on the bank, the rivers icy fingers brushing over her feet. The wind whipped her amber hair, and froze her pale arms.
She shivered. She knew she had to go to her tower. But something was stopping her. Something she didn't know.
Perhaps it was utter surrender to imprisonment beyond her own control, or that she would be locked away for a reason she didn't understand.
Her thin white dress flapped in the cool wind, deciding her fate for her.
She would die if she stayed out.
Azure pulled up her feet, and stood up grasping her bare shoulders. She moved to the door of the tower looming above her. She took a deep breath, and looked down at the brass knob on the door. She shut her eye's and pulled it open.
The door creaked as it opened, and a rush of warm air flew out, and vanished in the gale. It was dark inside the circular stone room, shadows lurking in the corners like an ancient tomb. Azure stepped in, and was encased in darkness.
The air was stuffy, and stale, and mice scattered away from the light from the open door.
She pulled the door shut, and blindness crept over her. She groped along the walls. Her hands fell against a shelf on one side. She felt the dusty surface, and found a long waxy tube, a candle. Azure took it, and felt for the wick. She gripped it, and rubbed it against the stone. It sparked and flickered, until it was a steady blaze.
Azure swept it's light around the room. At one side was a sink and cupboards. A table stood at the other side, caked in dust. Stairs rose up on wall, circling the room, and in the far corner, shadows threatening to take it, stood a small door, the grooves in it the only thing distinguishing it from the darkness.
Azure stepped to the door, and held up her candle. a little window was carved in the top, but bars shielded the inside.
She went to open the door, but stopped. Bolts secured the door. She pulled at them, but the bolts, ridden with rust simply fell off, and rolled across the wooden floor. Azure flinched at the crash that echoed around the room, and then proceeded to open the door. Something else hindered her.
A slow, pitiful and mournful groan rose from the pit of the shadowed room.
Well...come on feedback wanted here! J/K apart from you Iliana. If you don't review this chapter, I will personally seek you out with my rolling pin.
And also because nobody bothered to review chapter four, I cannot reply to any. So there! ;D