Dagger, Pt 2

• Josi Kern
• Short Story
• 2009

Where am I? I'm sinking, falling, sinking, falling, sinking. I scream, tearing through the blackness of my black prison, dark and empty as it was. Where am I now? A cell. Flame from the wall licked at my bare arms where the sleeves of my rogue suit should have been. He took it, that and all my weapons. I realized now that even the clothes I was wearing underneath were changed. He knew they were specially crafted by my mother, the greatest enchantress in the world and in my bloodline. She passed all her magic to me when she died. I was so young. I was the different one in my family, I never had any power, never. I had to be given power, and it acted as my internal sheild, this is why I will stay alive once the thrall overtakes me. The wound fron the thrall dagger has almost healed. Then I will be his. I have just awoken from long unconsciousness. If I was conscious, he would not have been able to to take my suit, clothes, or weapons. I now noticed the blood-stained, white, almost see-through singlet he had carelessly replaced the carefully woven, thin silk of my usual purple and gold, perfectly fitted shirt with. Somehow, it was a nice change, but in other ways, I felt so vulnerable. My skin was hardening, growing more resiliant, every minute. My muscles were surging with energy, and my mind was betraying me. I felt as though I wanted to help him. I stuggled against it, as the hours flew by. But then, I realized; I could never win.