The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)

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16. Act 15

My eyes opened to a view of the sky. It was a clear blue; no clouds were out today. I sat up, propping myself up on my arms and looked around. I was surrounded by trees, and in the distance I could hear the chirping of birds. The peacefulness of the forest made me wonder if I was in a dream. The last thing I remembered was being surrounded by flames, and looking into silver eyes. The magician! I looked around frantically, but did not see him. I rushed to my feet, getting the sudden feeling of vertigo as I stood. Looking around, as thoughts of abandonment filled my head, I was about to give up hope when I heard a stick break to my left. He stood only a few yards away from me, fully clothed this time in a plain blue tunic and brown pants. I wondered where he had gotten the clothes from, but he spoke before I had gotten the chance to ask. “Were you looking for me?” he asked. I nodded a little, trying to stop my head from spinning. I noticed the sac he had in his hand, and he followed my gaze. He reached in and tossed me an apple, then took one out for himself. He sat against a tree and began eating it. I sat against a nearby tree and began devouring mine, not realizing how hungry I really was. I tried to remember the last time I ate, I thought it was at breakfast yesterday, but I wasn’t sure. The recent events up until now had made time seem inconceivable. The more I thought about yesterday, the more I wanted to know. We sat in silence until I could no longer hold back my flood of questions. “Where are we?” I asked, nibbling my apple. “Ryler Forest,” he told me, looking up at the trees. I looked around as well, these were the woods that surrounded the city by the castle. I remembered seeing them in the distance from my window. So we really did escape. “How did we get out of the castle?” I asked quietly. I knew the answer, but still I felt like he had to tell me in order to make me believe it. “Magic,” he said as his gaze slid over to me. “Now, I have a few questions for you.” I noticed his eyes starting to glow again, preparing to force the answers out of me if I did not cooperate. In a panic, I closed my eyes tightly. “Stop doing that!” I shouted at him, outraged. “Geeze, I can’t even look at you without fearing that you’re going to try that mystic stuff.” I heard him get up, and his footsteps got louder as they approached. When he crouched in front of me, he was so close I could feel his body heat; still I refused to open my eyes. “How do you know that little trick?” he asked softly, in a kind tone. “My father told me bedtime stories when I was little, one was to shut your eyes otherwise the monster can get into your body.” I figured at this point, telling the truth was the safest route. I was unsure how much he knew about me, and did not know what he would do to extract the truth if I got caught in a lie. “Oh, is that so?” he asked, it almost sounded like amusement that tinged his voice. “Open your eyes, little princess.” I shook my head, not trusting what might happen if I did. He chuckled, “I wont try anything,” he said, coaxingly. “Why are you here?” I asked him bluntly. “You’re free after all, I thought you would just leave now that you have no promise with me.” I didn’t have to look at the smirk to tell that it was there. “Would you rather me gone?” he asked innocently. I thought about it, seriously considering it for a moment, but then slowly shook my head. There was still so much that I needed to know. “Then do not worry about why I am here.” I sighed, not satisfied with that answer but decided to let it lie for now. “I am so confused. I do not know why you were imprisoned in that dungeon, or why my father condoned Straiyer’s methods, or even why Straiyer was even allowed into the castle if he knows magic.” I bite my lip, swallowing my grief so that I may carry on. “Can you tell me what Straiyer will do next?” “Only on one condition.” Although his tone sounded light, I could hear the serious undercurrent beneath it. I knew whatever he asked of me, it would be dangerous to accept. “You must promise your blood to me.”
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