I got up, finally. There was a black net in front of my face. Stretching, I cracked my neck. I was sitting in a cage. A cage. I swear, I wasn't there when I- when did I fall asleep? I was confused. I was too surprised too lift the veil on my face. I rapidly glanced around. I wanted to find out where I was. It was dirtier than where I'd been before. The rust and grime hung from the ceiling of the cage, making it look like a jungle. The bars were rusted, so rusted, that you'd think that they that rusty red in the first place. I gazed out of my cage's center, to see a single gate, and a Cyclops wearing what looked like a manilla toga, standing outside of it. I tried to calm myself. I must be imprisoned for a reason, and that was the guard.
Way to state the obvious. My inner voice scoffed, but ignored it.
I sighed slowly, and I thought it was quiet, but it apparently echoed, because the Cyclops turned around and squinted in surprise.
"Stay where you are, evil sorceress!" He commended, and I pretended to obey.
"You and your travel companion have caused us trouble, so you shall die!" He continued.
What have you gotten me into this time, Aednat? I groaned inwardly.
I glanced at my hands. They were covered, by a cup like shell, with my hands pressed painfully inside.
I glanced up again.
"I wonder what your ugly face looks like."
I remembered the veil. Then I thought for a second.
Flirt with him! You'll mesmerize him and get out of here.
My inner voice had a point. But was I that pretty? I hoped I was. I took a deep breath. It was my only choice. I wished right then someone had taught me to flirt…..
"You do, eh?" I laughed, trying to make my voice light and floaty. He looked confused. "Well, why don't you see?"
I didn't even hesitate. It was my face, so why would I? I pulled my veil back, ripping it in a heartbeat. The Cyclops reeled back.
"No! Don't how me! Anyone who sees a witch's face will die!" He shrieked, and I laughed a low, flirty laugh.
I pulled my hair out of the messy braid it was in an flipped it, combing it out. Cracking my neck on purpose this time, I continued. My inner advisor was very smart!
"Well, big man, if you want to live…. Let me out!" I commanded.
"I can't" He cried.
"Do it!" I yelled.
"No!" He yelled back, and facing away from me, he took his stance again.
I groaned under my breath. My inner voice was nowhere to be heard. Perfect timing, voice. I sulked and tried to think. Hypnotize. Hypnotize. I wanted to try, but I didn't know how. I just needed to do it. It was worth a try. I sighed.
"Oh big man…" I Taunted in a sing-song voice.
"Come he-re." I sang softly, on an alluring monotone.
I'd given up hope that it would work, when he turned, in a slow, zombie-like manner.
I gasped slightly.
I continued.
"Open up the door…."
He did so, and I was practically jumping with giddy-hope.
"Now, walk away, and nobody knows what happened here.."
He obeyed, and I sat there in the cage, ready to go. I jumped up and ran- and then was yanked back. I'd forgotten about the locks.
"Hello….?" I called out, hoping he was there, but no such luck. I groaned and felt like racking my head against a wall, if I could get to one. I put it on my mental to-do list it do it as soon as my life wasn't in danger and I had a spare wall.
Groaning, I pulled myself onto my feet and stared at my shackles. The cups were suffocating my hands.
"Ugh!" I yelled, staring at the things covering my oh-so-useful hands.
I concetrated my thoughts. Maybe I could break out…..
I would have to focus my thoughts on the shckles. I looked down again and focus pocuse. Nothing what-so-ever happened. I did again. And again. And again. Not working. I groaned in defeat.
I knew it was my only chance, so I tried again.
"you could never do it!" A comment from my former maid stung my mind.
"You? It's the start of a bad joke!" From Becky, the half-time bar maid.
"Look, she's actually trying!- and failing! Isn't that cute?" From the only day of school I'd ever gone to, some rich had sadi that.
"You're a failure."
"You'll never be Queen."
"You? Crown princess? Oh, please?"
"If you're crown princess, I'm seriously the Queen of Laugthington!"
"Ha ha! Look at her, like a ghost!"
"She's a mess!"
"She'll be pushed off throne."
"She's a total waste."
"If she's the queen, I won't live here anymore."
"She's a nuisance, that's for sure."
"Loner."
"You're a loser."
All of the mean, rude, or negative comments I'd received over the years flashed through my head, overwhelming me past limits. Again, and again, and again.
"You're a failure."
"You'll never be Queen."
"You? Crown princess? Oh, please?"
"If you're crown princess, I'm seriously the Queen of Laugthington!"
"Ha ha! Look at her, like a ghost!"
"She's a mess!"
"She'll be pushed off throne."
"She's a total waste."
"If she's the queen, I won't live here anymore."
"She's a nuisance, that's for sure."
"Loner."
"You're a loser."
"You're a failure."
"You'll never be Queen."
"You? Crown princess? Oh, please?"
"If you're crown princess, I'm seriously the Queen of Laugthington!"
"Ha ha! Look at her, like a ghost!"
"She's a mess!"
"She'll be pushed off throne."
"She's a total waste."
"If she's the queen, I won't live here anymore."
"She's a nuisance, that's for sure."
"Loner."
"You're a loser."
"You're a failure."
"You'll never be Queen."
"You? Crown princess? Oh, please?"
"If you're crown princess, I'm seriously the Queen of Laugthington!"
"Ha ha! Look at her, like a ghost!"
"She's a mess!"
"She'll be pushed off throne."
"She's a total waste."
"If she's the queen, I won't live here anymore."
"She's a nuisance, that's for sure."
"Loner."
"You're a loser."
"You're a failure."
"You'll never be Queen."
"You? Crown princess? Oh, please?"
"If you're crown princess, I'm seriously the Queen of Laugthington!"
"Ha ha! Look at her, like a ghost!"
"She's a mess!"
"She'll be pushed off throne."
"She's a total waste."
"If she's the queen, I won't live here anymore."
"She's a nuisance, that's for sure."
"Loner."
"You're a loser."
My head was spinning faster, and faster, and faster, my adrenline spiked, and my head reared.
"I'M WORTH WHAT I AM!" I yelled to nobody in particular, and my hands felt colder, with a blast, the shackles broke off. I didn't know what exactly caused me to remember those things, it just happened. These voices, the advice, the creepy random thoughts, something was going on, and I intended to find out. But just not now.
HA HA THE CHAPTER'S OVER! No, I wanted to end it here, but I knew that it wouldn't make you happy and that Ignite would have to stall again…. So I'll update again, with Winter's POV sometime soon, just not know. I tried typing up more, but it's not working. I'm so rushed that it's horrible, so I'll post part two of this soon. Oh, and just reminding you (because you won't listen to me unless I write it), Ignite, Crystal and Adelaide want you to check your email and respond. Pronto. I think you'll get what it means.