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 :)


10. Act 9

I took a deep breath in and clear my head. My gaze focused on the man in front of me. Not on his eyes, since those are too dangerous, but instead I looked at his forehead. It was covered in black hair that hung in his face. I allowed the silence to swallow his words before I responded to that smirk. “I have been seeking you” I told him, thankful that my voice sounded confident enough to hide the fear that is filling inside of me. This seemed to perk a little bit of interest in his worn out face, and I could tell that my next words I would have to choose carefully. “You have found me, now what is it that you require” “Information.” I responded a little too quickly. I could tell that he knew what I was wanted, and so I needed to prompt from him to continue. “I need to know why are you imprisoned here.” He let out a sigh of admonishment, and looked at me patronizingly. “That’s the wrong question to ask. Ask again” he told me. I could feel his toying tone irritating my ears, but still my face remained impassive. “How long have you been imprisoned here” I asked my revised question. “Many years, I do not know the exact amount, but when I first came to be here, you were much smaller.” He said with a bit more seriousness. Ignoring that last bit I pressed on with my questions, I could only ask so many before my time ran out. It would be morning soon, and the last thing I could afford was to be caught down here. “Did my father order your capture, or was this all apart of Straiyer’s plan?” I asked. I noticed his face take a more sinister expression at the mention of Straiyer’s name, but he still kept the same tone. “ Your father thinks it was his plan, but Straiyer had my capture in mind long before he ever entered the castle.” He told me. I could feel his patience for my questions beginning to wear thin, and my I knew that my time was running short. “One last question, do you know what Straiyer is planning now? Is he going to take the throne?” I asked, trying in vain to keep the desperateness out of my voice. The glint in his eyes shifted, hinting to a deeper knowledge lying within him. “Your mere throne is simply a stepping stone for Straiyer’s power quest. He will not stop until the world is at his feet.” Darkness crept into his voice, as if he was imagining that sort of place. His eyes finally shift back to the present, and I nod, not able to speak over the lump of fear in my throat. We both know it is time for me to leave, and without a word I turn, winding my way back through the dungeon to the steps. I have to focus on making every footstep slow so I do not rush up the slimy stairs and fall back down to the bottom. Once at the top I slip out the door and put the torch back in its holder on the wall. As I walk back to my room I gulp down deep breaths of fresh, clean air. Never had I been happier to smell that sweet summer scent of lilacs drifting through my window in the predawn light.
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