The Chained Goddess | Private/Closed

...How had it come to this?

Dulled, fightless blue eyes creaked open to the welcoming sight of a worn granite floor. A sighful grunt of discomfort slipped through parched lips as the woman in chains slid herself up into a sitting position. She sat there for a couple of moments as she felt pale sunlight and a weak breeze slip through the bars above her. She relished the feeling for as long as she could until she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. "Ghh...ah!", were the sounds of effort that she emoted as she - for the umpteenth time - tried struggling against the bonds around her wrists. "Dammit...!", she exclaimed as her back fell against the cold wall behind her unsuccessfully. Her blue eyes looked down at her red and slightly bloodied wrists where the metal cut into her skin. She slowly unclenched her hands to save her from the stinging pangs from the metal. Her eyes closed once more as she slid down onto the floor to lay.

How had it come to this?

As a mixture of hunger and thirst proceeded to coax the white-haired woman into a sleep fit for a rodent, memories began flooding her starving mind. Images of a immense building with shining ramparts and a huge oak door... Some woman with a bloody tissue to her nose as she laughed... A bright blue bird with striking red eyes placing it's wing over her shoulder... A man with powerful yellow eyes looking down lovingly at her... Her with the yellowed-eyed man and another man with soft green eyes standing alongside a girl with blazing red hair holding a sword... A shadowy figure with a handsome smile and a godlike aura around him... As the woman laid there she shifted her legs to try and make herself feel more comfortable. Or, at least as comfy as she could while she was bound to a wall. Her eyes opened again and she caught sight of a sky blue tattoo sitting in the middle of her thigh. The woman's heart stopped for a moment as she felt tears sting her eyes.

What did all of it mean?

The woman blinked a couple times to push her tears away and her sight settled on a single fluffy cloud wafting overhead. She wanted to get out of here quite badly, she wanted to physically bend those bars into circles and just soar through those marvelous clouds... But why? She couldn't fly. Only Wizards could do that.

And she certainly wasn't one.

Some time must have passed since then because the woman was pulled from her deprived slumber by the sound of metal dragging against stone. Her eyes snapped open but her vision was blurry. She could tell it was still daytime because the sun was up but it wouldn't be like that for long. "Hey you!", she heard come from above. She could only assume that whoever was up there was talking to her since she was the only one in this cell. She blinked her eyes until her vision finally focused in on the one who was talking. She could see three men staring down at her. The one who had spoken was wearing a matching outfit alongside one of the other men. They were both clad in pepper brown light armor, a pair of leather and metal bound greaves and boots topped off with a shining metal helmet that had a single spike jutting out upwards. She inferred that they had to be some sort of military force or organization based on the uniforms. The man in the middle of them, however, was wearing a annoyingly white suit with a black and white striped tie. He couldn't be that much older then her based on the spiky disheveled way he styled his blonde hair. What bothered the woman the most though was the man's bloody red eyes. In a way, they reminded her of that bird from before, but his eyes were much harsher than the bird's. He was something...else.

"Ah, it seems that our lovely guest is doing just fine in her cage!", the man in the suit said as he brought a cigarette out of his pocket. He snapped his fingers and one of the men next to him pulled out a lighter immediately. He took a long drag before he spoke again, blowing grey smoke into the air. "I must say, your reputation precedes itself you know. Not only is it taking forever to get what I want from you, you aren't withering away nearly as fast as any of the others!" The man was silent as he took another drag from his cancer stick. "Yes, well, I guess it's to be expected of a Eclipse Soul member", he said as he put his free hand in his pocket. "Say, why don't you tell me your name, my dear." The woman was silent. She only stared back up at him. He smirked down at her after a few more moments. "As expected indeed", was all he said after that.

Their was meeting over. The man in the suit turned on his heel and disappeared from sight and the men with him did the same. The cage swung shut with a decisive click, signifying the lock engaging. The white-haired woman stared there for a few more seconds before she looked down at the mark on her thigh again. She was going over what he said over and over in her mind. What reputation could she possibly have? And what was he talking about when he said he was getting something from her? She was just sitting in this cage. She wasn't doing anything at all! But that bit about "withering away" surely did bother her. As she thought that over, she noticed something else. He had said that others were were withering away... Did that mean she wasn't alone here? There were others? The woman's blue eyes trailed back up to the reddening sky that was growing dimmer as night began to fall. "Why don't you tell me your name?" His question kept echoing in her mind. When the woman didn't respond, she wasn't being defiant or spiteful.

She just didn't know it.