The Basilisk Queen and The White Wizard [Private]

The magic council’s hive sat right atop the mountain and even from outside the city the roads from Era could be seen winding up towards the great base… While the Council’s headquarters certainly did look grand upon that mountain the infamous Famine had been stowed so much deeper than a capitol building. Cell 100982, the unit that was obviously deeper down within in the underground prison then a cozy cell like 700 or 3004 easier to get to from the entrance into the maximum security hold. The prison was an endless series of bricked halls tunneled through the interior of the large mountain like a giant anthill. Dim lacrimas lights were spaced against the halls scarcely to leave the place in a dusty gloom. Without hesitation you could say it was a dark and eerie place, unusually quiet even for a jail.

Some considered the declines further down into the prison to be the ‘mouths of hell’ and there wasn’t much question why for the deeper you went down into the prison of Era the worse the villains staring through the bars were.…Barbarians, Terrorists, scruffy looking brigand’s, mass arsonists and murders… The petite brunette sitting in the dark of the narrow cell 100982 seemed very misplaced. Rather than her signature hooded jumpsuit Famine had been garbed in a grey camisole which hung ever so loosely against her light flesh, pale like a coffee with too much milk and sugar.  The spaghetti straps gave a clean view to the uppermost portion of her back and her shoulder blade where the bleach white spot stood against her skin.

It was somewhere into a week, likely two in solitary confinement. Famine hadn’t been an easy prisoner since day one...  Day 3: She tried smashing the cuffs off of her wrists, slamming the magic resistant cuffs against the cold bricked surface of the cell floor. The prison wardens had eventually been drawn to the racket and to stop her destruction a chain had been welded to the wall behind her, attached to the bed of the cuff to keep her hands locked around her back. Day 5:  When representatives for the council had gone in to interrogate her, she didn’t spit up anything of use instead she only got herself in more trouble. When her magic was cut off this didn’t stop hypnosis ability she had possessed, for the power didn’t necessarily originate from her or her magic. Sapphire hues had glew to crimson. Famine had only been able to entrance one of the formal men with her mind trick, she’d been so close to of convincing him to un cuff her and open the gate when she was smacked to the ground by the other man in the room and caught red handed. Her gaze was deemed malevolent and now she was to remain blinded, a black bandana tied over her eyes.  Two weeks in the dark, alone, and still had been enough to boil the sanity out of her, burn down the heart she still occasionally showed.

The council was likely discussing her fate some hundreds of feet above on the surface and what could she do down here in solitary other than quite literally rot. The weeks in solitary confinement was enough to psychologically evolve a person. You didn’t see the sun, you only spoke with another person in the rarest circumstance, you didn’t move. You just existed.