When I awoke, I saw the stone ceiling above and started to feel sick.
I rolled over and let my head hang above the floor, just in case anything were to come up.
While dry-heaving, I felt a hand on my head, smoothing down my hair.
"It will be alright soon." His voice was deep and soothing, but I could hear the doubt in his words.
My laugh was dry and I learned that my throat was rather scratchy. It pained me enough to where my own breathing was annoying.
Noticing my pain, he got up and headed towards the corner of the room where a small table was. He came back and knelt by my bed, putting a cup in my hand. I looked at it for a moment, questioning the contents, before I just gulped it down.
"Are you okay?" The concern was real and it seemed odd to me, probably because of what happened earlier.
I nod, finally looking at the only one who has shown me kindness thus far. It surprised me, the one that I am looking at is an elf. His hair is as white as the snow that falls in deep December, before people dirty it by trodding upon it. He also has marks etched into his skin and they are a soft blue in color. His face… his face looked worn down, as if he were done with life.
Will my life turn to this?
"What is your name?" His eyes are large and a dark shade of forest green.
I shook myself from my thoughts and tried to remember that he is trying to have a conversation with me. "My name is Alexia. May I know yours?" My voice was still low, but my throat hurt less. Thanks to him.
"My name is Fenris. How did you come to be here?"
I thought about it for a moment, thinking that he may find me to be crazy for thinking that it was all a good idea.
"I… I was tired of the life that I was living, so I thought that I would go… somewhere else." I started playing with my hands, watching the small insects crawl across the stone floor. "Leaving would provide me with a new start. The only thing is, I half expected it to work."
I looked up, startled by the amount of disgust that was upon such a handsome face.
"You're a mage?" His voice was now dark and he didn't bother to hide the danger that I would have to face, if I said something wrong.
I cowered back towards the wall, trying to put space between he and I, watching him more closely now.
"We don't call my kind 'mages' from my land. I am a witch, yes, but I have only recently come into my powers."
He threw his hands up, saying, "Oh, great. So, not only do you wield magic, but you don't even know how to control it."
I was shaking because I thought that he may kill me. Never in my sixteen years of living had I thought that I would be in such a situation.
He got close up into my face and kept his voice low, "Don't come near me. Ever. And you better pray that Danarius does not keep you alive for very long, or else it will be complete and utter torture." And with that, he left me.
I want to cry so badly, but nothing comes out. I feel as if I am starting to run on empty.