AND THE STARS, THEY'LL GUIDE ME HOME. |
Within the sunken chambers, below the main suite of Basilisk Fang, a single figure, out of place in the darkness of wicked mages, gradually started to wake up. Sleepy blues fluttered open, as if endeavouring to see within the dimly lit area as she sat there in that galling metal chair. With wrists secured to the back, calves firmly knotted against the front legs of the piece of scrap, a single strand of vermillion fell past her shoulder. The crown descended towards her lap, lower lip briefly snagged by her pearly whites as she tried to recollect what had happened prior to her getting wrapped up in this situation — where exactly was she? Now that was the real question. Ever since her captivating pools transversed over that immoral set of sapphire, everything went fuzzy. Even now she found it a struggle just to see straight, the longing to move seized by her as she strived to tackle this impossible task. Whoever brought her here, was oh-so-smart. Chains that could restrict her use of magic, poison to weaken her usually powerful frame. It was just a wondering curiosity to why these faces — not yet seen — has so rudely interrupted her night. Perhaps she was invited to a party and never showed up? That had happened multiple times prior to her even entering the group of Hydra, so really, that made no sense. Or, maybe they knew of who she really was? A worried expression crossed over her features, thousands of words within her mind repeatedly reassuring her that none could know of who she was. Then again, the Council did have a lot of records on her. In-fact, as much as it agitated her each time to think about it, they did very well know who she was. Natsu lowered her head, her gaze down-casting towards her lap once again. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted to be free. Memories of being caged like a bird gradually crept back into her mind, and she wondered deeply if years would falter by, and none would ever find her until the ones who so desperately caged her, finally aged and died. Even by then, all the faces she had once known, would no longer be around to welcome her back home. Wait — home? Was that what that place was now? Could she really, genuinely call the guild of the Hydra's a place of her own? Suddenly, the slayer felt conflicted by her emotions. Her sudden discomposure as her breath grew heavy with worry of never seeing light again. |
meh kinda crappy, but i tried my best ;; |
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