Chapter 3: Who are you?
(-? PoV-)
~Flashback~
DAY 1
We walked down a dusty corridor in the dungeon of the king's golden castle. I was led to the deepest darkest depth of the dungeon where i was to be kept in a "special" cell. Three men led me there. Among the the three was my closest friend,Griffin, who i thought actually care for me. He didn't look at me as he held onto my shackles.
"You're gonna love it here." the first guard said
"I highly doubt that." I mutter under my breath."What are you trying to prove to these people?"
"We are simply proving that his majesty's word is absolute." said the second.
"And have you nothing to say, Knave?"
"It is not my place to speak against his majesty's word. Though i would advise you against being so loud, lest you wake the other prisoners-"
"YOU MEAN OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY-?" I stop walking suddenly which seems to surprise Griffin.
"Hold Your tongue, Wench!" the first guard interjected. "You have no right to speak to Chief Commander Griffin in such a way!"
"This is what you say as you drag your princess to a cell? Such idiocy."
He was speechless.
"Let us just continue."
We march down the stair case for what seemed like forever until we came to a much shorter hall with a single door. Griffin unlocked my cuffs and gently pushed me in. "I do not need your pity", I whisper to him. he ignores my comment and proceeds with placing a spell over a tiny sphere shaped lacrima and placing it in the palm of my Right hand. with his other hand he covers the lacrima and a bright flash of purple light appears from the crevices between our hands. An excruciating pain takes over my body and the lacrima is slowly absorbed into me. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU WRETCH?"
"Tell me who you are."
"I have forgotten."
"Then, I have done my job."
DAY 2
Look, there's a moth.
DAY 3
That's a nice breeze.
DAY 4
Lalalala la la la. Happy prison life. Lalala. Denial.
DAY 20
"Have you remembered yet?" a voice called to me. I looked around and saw no one around.
"Remembered what?
"Who you are of course."
"No. Im sorry."
DAY 45
Boring boring boring.
DAY 101
Boring boring boring.
DAY 224
"Who are you?"
"I'm sure that I have told you many times before that i do not remember."
DAY 450
"I am becoming quite frustrated with you, wench?"
"And yet you are always here pestering me about who I am why is it so important to you?"
DAY 546
"Who Are You, Wench?" he had asked me.
"I-I don't remember."
"ANSWER ME! WHO ARE YOU!?" His voice boomed louder and louder. it was as if he had been trying to break my eardrums.
"I TOLD YOU! I don't remember who i was, who i am, or who i was meant to be. now if you will please leave me to my thoughts."
"Oh how the mighty have fallen," he called to his fellow guards. "She cannot even remember something as simple as her name"
They laughed as they continued down the hall out of the dungeon and into the royal chamber. Their footsteps rang out in the metal iron they wore. Someday they'll pay. HE'LL pay.
DAY 20764
"Have you remembered yet, wench?"
"No, nor will i ever?" He threw my daily rations to the floor. just as he always did. Same guard, same rudeness, same life, same prison. "What gives you the right to treat me like I'm the worthless one, When you spend all of your spare time torturing someone you claim is worthless?"
Suddenly he unlocked my cell door and came in. He grabbed my hair forcefully pulled my hair into his fist and pulled my face so that it was only inches from his, though it was covered my the metal armor of the royal guard. "You have no right to criticize me when you can't even remember who you are or why you are here." he whispers. "and I hope you don't plan to remember anytime soon. I do so enjoy our little chats." he says as he lets go and walks out once again.
That voice.
Day 58932
"Wake up wench! The king demands your audience!"
"And why, might I ask, would the king possibly need me after all these years?"
"He did not give me the specifics just come on." he lifted me by my arms off of the dungeon floor and put the hand cuffs on my wrists.
I sigh, "Let's just go." he then drags me out of the cell as a devilish grin appears on my face.
We began to walk down the hall in silence. "Pardon me, your knightly-ness, but i seem to have an itch under my ear. Do you mind?"
He let out a very heavy and deep sigh before he gave in with an annoyed "Fine." he then came around to the front of be and removed his metal scaled gloves. He reached out his hand to scratch and then... BANG! I hit him onto my knee as he bent down ,my knee connecting with his torso. He cringes and while he is distracted with the pain, i quickly take him down to the ground.
"You have lost this one," i say as i unlock my shackles with the keys i took from his belt. "i will leave you with something though. I am Arion,the cyan dragon and heir to the throne. That is who I am, that is who I was, and that is who I will always be." I start to walk away until the man grabbed my ankle.
"I-I knew you would re-mem-ber-" His head finally fell to the ground and his helmet fell off. Griffin! "Go Arion. Go!"
I backed a way from my former friend and torturer until i was in a full sprint down the corridor and out of the dungeon, mentally promising freedom to everyone that i passed. I cant help you now but i will soon. Now that i know who i am.
~End Flashback~
ROOOOOOOOAAAAARR!