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 :)


8. Act 7

That night I had Ida draw me a map to the dungeon and tell me the words she had heard Straiyer say. Though she had been a helpful guide, I had put her more than enough danger. I waited until the moon was high before leaving on my solitary venture. As I made my way through the corridors, the castle felt different. It did not have that comforting feel of home. Instead, it felt suspicious, almost as if the walls had ears and were listening to my thoughts. My footsteps fell faster and faster, as a sudden urgency crept up the back of my spine. I had to keep going, to get there quicker before I was discovered. Before I realized it, I was running to the dungeon, disregarding all caution until I had finally stopped, flinging myself into the light of the torches. There, I paused, suddenly hearing the thunderous sound of my gasping breaths echoing down the hall. With the amount of noise I had made running, and even just standing there while my lungs heaved for air I could have woken up the whole castle. Luckily the halls where I had traveled were deserted and contained no entrances to rooms. Still, it was risky to linger there for too long. I squared my shoulders and approached the door.

            “Dicit mihi apertum est” I could barely hear my own voice utter those treacherous words into the silence. Still, I wished to take them back as soon as they left me. For a moment nothing happened. Just as I began to feel foolish and doubt Ida’s hearing the lock on the door began to turn. It moved to the left, causing the inner mechanisms to slide into place and slowly let the door open. It stood ajar, waiting for me to enter. My foot moved before I could think about going forward, and I slowly approached the door.

            I slipped inside without a sound, but was not prepared for the complete and utter darkness inside. I quickly grabbed a torch from outside the door and returned, now with my path in front of me illuminated. I slowly descended what felt like a thousand steps deep into the bowels of the dungeon. Eventually a foul stench began to permeate the air. Quickly it got stronger, until it’s acid scent stung my eyes and made me gag. The mixture of feces and emesis was over powering, and finally as I approached the ground I noticed a number of unidentifiable, and indescribable substances coating and caked on the stone floor.

            There were no cells. Instead I noticed a table to my far left. It was a plain wooden table so saturated in blood that at first I had assumed it had been painted that color. Atop it were numerous torture tools, lined up so orderly it sickened me. It covered an entire gamut from hammers, to knives, chisels, and canes. There were some I could not recognize, like the small, thin metal rod with a hook on the end, or the needle-like object that had holes perforating its surface.

            I could not stand to look at the table any longer. What kind of power was held down here? I had assumed that it had been an object, not a creature. No soul deserved a hell like this. For a moment I had to hold back my retching as a horrifying thought reached my mind. My father had ordered this, he had allowed it to happen. The man I had believed was just and fair condemned a poor being to this fate. I had not imagined the impact the truth may have upon me when I had started this quest. But it was too late to turn back now. I moved the torch away from the table and continued to walk forward. I walked until the light shone on the back wall of the dungeon. Slowly my eyes took in the figure chained to the wall while all horror paralyzed my body.

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