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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28. Act 27

We set off in silence. Logan walked close to me, almost annoyingly so, and I could feel his gaze burning the side of my head. Caiden walked a little ways ahead of us, leading the way. He estimated it would only take us a few hours to get to there. The caverns were set as an emergency precaution incase something ever happened to the city. They were equipped with food and equipment, and held enough room to house the city for at least a month.

The sun could barely be seen through the trees when we Caiden stopped us. I noticed Logan stiffen as we all heard the soft rustling in the trees surrounding us. A small group of soldiers emerged from the foliage, about five of them in total, and surrounded us. The lead soldier took his helmet off and tucked it under his arm before addressing me with a deep bow.

“Princess Fiamatta, the councilmen have been waiting for your arrival.” He said as he rose. “I am Captain Tregor, my men and I shall escort you the rest of the way.” I nodded, and with that he put his helmet back on and his troops, forming a circle around us, lead us the rest of the way to the caverns.

When the trees finally cleared away, a small cave was visible. As we came upon the mouth of the cave, the captain grabbed an unlit torch that was lying against the cave wall and lit it with a flint striker. The fire illuminated the walls as we walked, heating up the cold air that surrounded us. The cavern twisted like a maze, offering many different turns and routes. Luckily, the captain seemed confident in where he was going. His confidence was rightly placed when the ceiling began to rise and arched high up. Resting below it was an entire city of lights. We stared down from our ledge at the people below us. They were set up in tents all over the wide room. Below, I could see tiny people, scurrying to and fro with jobs to do. As we made our way down towards the city I could see in more detail the citizens of Irian.

Families were wept for their fallen loved ones, lovers cried for their lost mates, and friends grieved for their departed companions. Among them were the faces of the anxious. They waited near the infirmary tents, hoping that the injured would survive. Captain Tregor led us through the crowd of faces, to the center of the settlement. A large tent of dark blue cloth was set up. Captain Tregor pulled apart the curtain and ushered us in. Inside, the councilmen sat on chairs in a ring. Their voices hushed when we entered and all ten eyes locked onto our figures. Many of them had red puffy eyes; no doubt they had lost some loved ones as well. The soldiers brought in three chairs for us, and we all sat down. The head councilor clears his throat before he spoke.

“Princess, it seems Straiyer has no intention of being stealthy anymore. Now that he is on the throne he is vanquishing any opposition that stands in his way.” He paused, no doubt needing to collect himself once more before he could continue, “Although we have suffered terrible losses, Irian offers you its troops and loyalty. If you can lead us to victory like your ancestors did before you, we will follow to the death.”

I nod, unable to speak in fear of shedding tears if I tried. My eyes looked around the circle; each councilman nodded their agreement, only making my tears harder to hold back. Although they were in so much pain, their strength and resilience held me in awe. I felt a deep seed of hope plant itself inside me and begin to grow. I would bring down Straiyer, no matter what the cost. 

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