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 :)


46. Act 45

When I woke up it was still pitch black around me. Slowly, I moved stiffly then stopped upon realizing that Caiden’s arms were still holding me to him. I must have fallen asleep like that with him. I listened to his breathing in the silence. Judging by the steadiness, I assumed he was still asleep. I stayed in his arms, and looked around. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

After letting out a soft sigh, my mind began to wander. I wondered how long we had been down here, trapped in this dank dungeon. Was Logan ever going to come get us? My face scowled just at the thought of him. Logan, or First Master Magician Ayres, lied to me. He lied to my face! I asked him if we would have any trouble being with him in the city and he said no. He could have warned us that he had been kidnapped and that we would be suspect, or something at least. But no, he decided to stay silent, and now Caiden and I were sitting in some stupid dungeon wasting precious time while Straiyer went gallivanting off, destroying Onsia.

With each passing thought I felt more and more infuriated until I was determined to rip Logan’s head off the next time I saw him. I must have moved a bit too much because Caiden woke up. I could hear him yawn and his arms slipped off of me in order for him to stretch. He groaned, and wiped the last few tendrils of sleep from his eyes as his senses returned.

“Princess,” he said quietly. He placed his hand on my forearm, checking where I was.

“I’m awake Caiden.” I told him.

“Oh good,” he said quietly, “I’m not sure when I fell asleep” he admitted.

“Me neither,” I said then sighed, “I wonder how long we’ve been down here.”

“Yeah,” he muttered in agreement, “there is no way to tell time here.”

Suddenly, there was a clank at the top of the staircase and a bright rectangle of light rushed in through the doorway. Instinctively I clutched Caiden’s hand and he squeezed mine back protectively.

Three figures emerged from the darkness. Two were guards, but the third was Logan. As they approached our cell Logan handed the torch to one of the guards while the other unlocked the door. Logan watched us, his face was guarded by an impassive mask.

“Come with us, the council is ready for you.” That was all he said before the guards came into the cell and walked out with us. They flanked our sides as we followed Logan up the many stone steps, back to the room where they had previously held our trial. The sudden exposure to natural light blinded Caiden and me as we entered the room. Eventually, our eyes adjusted. It was only then that we could see the assembled council. The officials all looked at us once more, judging us like some exotic animals.

We were ushered to the podium like before and stood there while Logan made his way to the center of the bend in the table. Beside him, to his left, sat Raize in her silver robes. On his right was, who I assumed to be, the Third Master Magician. He was an older man, perhaps in his forties, and was cloaked in shimmering bronze robes. Together, with all of the other officials, they stared at Caiden and me, ready to begin. 

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