Rebella nearly threw me at her grandmother, she shoved me at her so harshly. I stumbled forward, and the elderly Queen touched my face briefly. I straightened, scowling, and her touch was gone. But she was smiling now.
“An ancient,” she whispered. “Too bad I am leaving as she arrives.”
But she did not sound sorry at all. Rather, she sounded mischeivous. Playful, even. The eye looked at Rebella, then her sister. “You two have your work cut out for you,” she said gleefully.
The two sisters did not seem amused.
“Perhaps if we do a spell of reversal, her death will save your life,” said Rebella swiftly, the way you blurt something out so no one can interrupt you with a ‘no’.
The grandmother hummed as she looked me over once more.
“No,” she said finally.
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Al-alright? I guessed I was safe then? Somehow I didn’t feel any safer. At least not with Rebella around.
“We must save you!” Rebella cried out, shoving me aside to step up to her grandmother. “Your life is worth more than hers!”
“Then it would not be a fair spell, would it?” chuckled the grandmother.
“Rebella,” warned the sister, stepping to my other side. I was trapped between them.
Rebella seized my shoulder. “It is her people who did this! She must pay-”
“Why?” I barked, glaring up at Rebella.
She seemed utterly shocked at that. At me speaking up? At me daring to question her? Either way, she was astonished. She almost let me go. I wrenched free with a twist, and almost punched her in the stomach. On a whim, I didn’t. I resisted that rage that was beginning to boil within me.
“’My people’, as you call us, could not have done this,” I snapped, gesturing to the elderly woman. “The gun you showed me couldn’t have done this-”
“It did!” barked Rebella, seizing me again to shake me. Now, I gave in to the anger.
I shrieked, kicking and clawing at her. I aimed for the eyes. With a yell she lunged back, shielding her face with her arms.
I didn’t chase her. Instead I stood my ground, seething and glaring at the astonished princess. “Brat,” she hissed between her teeth.
“It was them who must have done this,” I hissed back at her. “They have killed my parents! They attacked me! They murdered my aunt-,” and those words silenced me. Was Kayla truly gone? Had she – finished her fight? Was she happy?
“Well,” said the grandmother, but then she took a cough, and then another, and then a whole fit of them. She doubled over, the other princess and several attendants rushing to her side to pat her shoulders and fuss. Rebella stood where she was, looking guilty. Our eyes met. She looked away, then fiercely glared back at me as if she’d changed her mind. She would not look away now.
After a hacking spasm, the grandmother breathed again. Leanign back in her throne, she looked Rebella over. “Child,” she said softly. “Take care of this one,” and she nodded at me.
Rebella startled. “Of, course?” she said, pausing as if she was not entirely sure what had been said. Neither was I.
The Grandmother smiled, eyes closing. “Don’t let Lage get his claws into her.”
My stomach vanished. Was Lage somehow to blame for all this? After all, he had appeared with ‘them’.
But Rebella was quickly bowing and murmuring that yes, she would be sure to keep me away from Lage.
“That man is trouble,” sighed the Queen, eyes still closed. Then, she seemed to drift off into sleep, peace and relaxation coming over her good features.
The sister spun to Rebella, hissing under her breath. “Get her out of here! You’ve done enough!”
Rebella lifted her head angrily, but the sister gestured at her to leave. “Take her with you!” Then, shoving me towards Rebella, she added “How dare you bring her here! I will talk with you later!”
“No, you won’t!” snapped Rebella as she yanked me to her by the shoulder. Then, dragging me after her, she whirled and marched away.
We crossed the courtyard of greenery, then entered into the castle through another door than the one we entered into. Once that door was shut behind us, Rebella shoved me towards a guard. “Put her in the dungeon,” she said ruefully as she kept walking on, leaving me behind in the guards’ grasp.
I squirmed, wanting to throw myself after Rebella and give her a beating. But the guard held me fast. Muttering something under his breath to the other guard at the station, he began hauling me down the corridors.
We descended a meager flight of stairs, the walls growing darker and darker as there were fewer and fewer lamps to light the way. The air grew dank and humid and foul with the smell of decaying flesh. Then, at the end of these stairs, the dungeon appeared.
It was a small landing where a guard sat with his feet propped up on a desk. “Another one?” he asked, rising sloppily to his feet.
“This one’s special,” said the guard, shoving me forward. “She’s not from here, if ye ken what I mean.”
“Oh,” said the dungeon guard, sounding astonished behidn his helmet. I made a point of glaring at him.
“The princess brought them in,” said the first guard. “So put her alone, away from the others. The usual for their type of scoundrel.”
The dungeon guard nodded, taking me by the shoulder and hauling me off into the darkness beyond the light of the last lamp. There he seemed to know his way, walking straight on. As we walked my eyes grew adjusted tot he dark and I saw large cells on either side, full of ragged figures who clustered together. There were squeaks of what I supposed was rats.
We walked on and on, and I wondered why there were so many prisoners. There were dozens of them, of not a hundred in total.
Past those large cells were smaller ones. These seemed emtpy, put the darkness was growing so thick that it was difficult to tell.
I was shoved into one that was not the last, but before the last. “There!” the guard barked, locking the door behind me. “You stay there!”
I stumbled, caught myself, and turned around.
The cell was tiny, just long enough for an adult to lay down in either direction. There was spongey grime in one corner and scrapes of straw that were scattered across the rest. Tired and altogether frustrated and mad, I sat down in the corner against the stone wall and the bars to the other cell, as far away from the spongey stuff as possible. There, I wrapped my arms around my knees and hugged them to my chest.
Finally, I caught my breath. Finally, I had time to think. The world, having moved so fast, was now slamming to a stand-still. I let out a loud breath, just to hear myself.
The dungeon, for the amount of people it housed, was eerily silent. The footsteps of the guard faded away, and then there was utter silence.
My mind whirled. I was in some world. In a dungeon. I was being blamed for a Queen’s death- which was certainly not the result of a gunshot wound. These people were completely lost and out of their league against ‘them’, it would seem. They were –
I shrieked as something slipped through the bars and touched my shoulder. It was soft yet smooth and solid – rather like a hand.
I scrambled back, crawling backwards across the floor. Beyond, on the other side of the bars, I could just make out a set of tilted golden eyes that seemed to glow ever so slightly.
“Shee, sheee,” a voice whispered as the hand waved through the bars at me.
“Silence!” the guard roared, banging something against the bars far away. I knew it was a threat, and I’d better shut up.
I gulped down my fear, staring at the strange shape that was too close to me. I could only make out the eyes, and the ghastly shape of the hand.
“Shee, shee,” it shushed, or was that some word? It was a male voice, low and hoarse. It murmured some gibberish then, the hand reaching still for me.
A madman, I thought. Or a pedophile. Or – some creature?
“Little one,” the voice whispered.
I startled. A human then? Then again, could monsters speak english?
“Here, tsk tsk tsk,” the hand snapped its fingers.
“I said quiet!” bellowed the guard, banging again on the bars.
The hand grew limp and drew away through the bars. But the voice continued. “Little one, here, come.”
I crawled back some more, squishing my hands into the filth. The stench was terrible so I recoiled – but that drew me closer to the creature.
Huddling between the filth and the monster, I clutched my knees to my chest again.
Silence settled. I felt myself calm somewhat. The creature could not reach me –
“Little one,” it whispered. “Would you like to get out?”