She blinked awake, only to cringe at the unexpected brightness of her surroundings and close them again. When she believed she was ready, she opened her eyes slowly, shielding them with her arm to help adjust to the hard glare of her environment.
Speaking of her surroundings, her prison reminded her of a kaleidoscope. The many colors created a stunning visual effect that would've had her in awe if not for her circumstances. There was also no way out, hence a diamond prison.
She stood up, but her shaky legs made it difficult, and she collapsed to her knees, panting at the action. She hadn't realized the difference in her appearance from the last time she was awake until she lifted her head to try again but froze in shock when she saw her reflection.
Memorized, she forced her legs to work to get a closer look. Seeing was believing after all. Her reflection became better defined, and more pronounced details made her gasp.
Big ears and even bigger hair had her reaching to touch to ensure she wasn't imagining things.
"Well, that puts a damper on things," she croaked, her mouth dry from lack of use. How long had it been since her imprisonment? She couldn't tell or remember when she was captured or how, let alone turned into a troll.
Turning into a troll wasn't part of the plan, but that never stopped her before, and it wouldn't stop her now. All she had to do was escape. Easy, right?