Plan Planning
Arya was lying down on the stone bench carved out of the wall. Her back separated from the ice cold stone by only a thin piece of fabric. She tried to remember how long she's been imprisoned, although for all her effort she put into trying to remember, all she got was a head ach. She didn't know how much time she spent in the stone cell. Hours blurred into days, days blurred into weeks. All that she remembers is that every day is filled with hours of constant torture. Every day, an exact definition of a living hell. Pain and suffering brought on by the devil himself. A shade. His hair was a beep maroon with a ting of bloody red. It's eyes, a dark crimson red, Emotionless. His gaze was strong enough to make even the strongest urgal run in terror. Its skin was pale enough to be considered "undead." And it's voice. It's voice was filled with death and sorrow, the only emotions that were in it was anger and pain.
The locking mechanism began to unlock and Arya knew what time it was. She quickly, started throwing up mental barriers. These made her less aware of the pain that she would no doubt ably endure. Before she could finished, she heard a voice that wasn't the shade's
"I hope you can hear me. If you can, then have hope. My associates and I are putting a plan together to help you escape. Just hold on for another couple days. I will return before the end of the week to keep you informed. Arya Drottningu."
While this man spoke Arya listened in complete shock. She never heard this voice before, and had no idea what to expect, lying or truthful she knew not. It was only when the man finished that she was completely blown away. No one new hew last name the only people where Ajihad, the elves, and a very few High ranking officers in the Varden. Before she herd the man exit the room, she felt him slide something under her shoulder, then he left and re locked the door.
Quickly Arya returned to her previous state and quickly turned to see what the man gave her. It was a "letter?"
She quickly opened it, it was written in the ancient language.
"Arya if you're reading this then our plan is now in motion. The man that just talked to you is a high ranking officer in the Empirial army. He contacted us and told us he wants to join the Varden. In show of his good will he reveled that the twins were Empirial spies. Let's just say they are no longer a threat. We knew that you were captured but not where. This officer has risked much to find you and in return. We made a deal he gets you out, and return you safely to use, and he'll be welcomed in with open arms. Good luck and stay strong.
P.S. the water is drugged. Someone will be by to supply you with clean water. But you have to pretend that you're still drugged.
Ajihad"
Arya couldn't believe her luck. Just when she was convinced she would die here, she received this news. She now has a reason to stay strong. Immediately she dumped most of the water into the urinal in the corner of the cell and hid the not under the fabric. Luckily the fabric was thick enough to his the letter without any sign of its existence. With a new found hope she fell into a deep trance to regain as much energy as she could before the next day. When she came to again her body burned and hurt with a pain equal to none. She just laid on the stone surface not able to do much more. She didn't know how much time went by until she herd the door unlock, immediately she threw up her barriers and look at the book. To her surprise it was someone she knew. He was one of the food soldiers she commanded in the Varden. As she looked at him she noticed an anger and sadness in his eyes as he placed a fresh water container on a platter next to the stone slab. She watched as he turned around and walked out without a second glance. She immediately dove for the water, not caring how much her body hurt. When she picked up the container, she saw a note. Opening and reading it in the ancient language.
"The water contains a potion to help with your wound and give you strength."
She immediately began to drink from the bucket. Unlike before this water didn't taste foul or bitter, but was pleasant with a sweet tang. When she drank all she could, her muscles relaxed and her pain receded almost completely. She breathed a great sigh of relief. She got back on the table and put herself back into the trance. She woke back up in the evening and finished off the water, immediately she felt a rush of strength overcome her. Laying back down she put herself back in the deep trance and prepared for the next day Torture.
It went on like this for another few days. Within that time she was able to regain her strength. And the ability to think clearly. At this point she remembers the dragon egg. She was instantly overwhelmed with worry and concern. Shy tried crying it but she still wasn't able to use magic. Then she heard the guards arguing with someone.
"How do you think the king will react when I tell him that your refusing me access. A superior officer?"
"I was ordered by Durza not to let anyone in."
"Durza works for the king, I work for the King, and you work for me. LET ME IN OR I'LL KILL YOU FOR DISOBAYING A DIRECT ORDER!"
She herd the Familiar voice exclaim. She then herd the door unlock. And a man walked in. he was of a medium build but still larger than most men. Other than that he looked like a regular soldier except his uniform was much more elegant, and his years of experience bursting from his facial features. He shut the door and had the outside guard close the window so they would have privacy. When it was shut and he herd it latch into place he quickly tuned to Arya.
"How are you doing? Are you doing better? Is the water helping?"
Arya was taken aback by the concern evident in his voice.
"Yes. I am doing much better now, thank you. Do you know if the shade captured the egg?" She asked in a worried tone.
"No, Durza, nor any of the king men has found the egg. Wheaver you sent it, it is safe. And im glad your doing better."
After a moments pause the man said.
"Oh yes, that's right. Here this is to counter act the poison that is suppressing you magic ability."
He handed her small vial filled with a light purple liquid. She looked at it before downing the liquid in a few short but large gulps. It tasted surprisingly nice and pleasant.
"That will take up to two days to counter act the poison, depending on the dose they gave you. I'll return in two days to talk with you about the plan."
He turned around and was about to knock on the door, when she caught his arm to stop him, he tended but slowly relaxed as he turned to face her."
"Why?"
"Next time we meet I'll tell you. Now lay back down and act like you in pain."
"Thank you." She sincerely told him.
He only nodded, and waited until she was lying back down and had a grimacing look on her face. He pounded on the door, to signal the guard he was ready to leave. When he walked out she heard him say.
"You will tell no one of this, or I'll personally inform the king of your Disobedience."
"Yes sir."
The door guard replied in shaky fearful voice. She finished off the water again and prepared for the next day's events.
