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She smiled woefully.
"Tell Timothy, I said hi."
"My brother would have loved you."
With that, he locked the door and descended the stairs. She sighed, once she
was alone. A bitter regret pungent in the air.
"Crash, Crash, Crash it comes down. Pain and regret is all I get."
She looks a round the dark room and her eyes dim.
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Once it was midnight, she made her escape.
The chains were an easy fix, they were really rusty and weak. So, she took a
look a round. Doing a once over, she found a metal bar lose from the bed.
She twisted it off and pulled. Although it was hard to do with her hands tied,
she managed to not only get uncomfortable, she also got annoyed.
"Gah!", she quietly screamed.
"This is taking for ever! Doing it the old fashion way in not all that great...."
Taking a deep breath, she focused on her heart and began to whisper.
"Help has yet to come, chains old and rusted through....go, bend, and
break...no more to ache and chaff....set me free from this bondage and turn
to your finally stage!"
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She glowed softly, the color purple and the chains began to be almost liquid
like and dripped into pile before she blew on it and it floated a way.
Looking down at her hands, she thought she could try the normal way first
again and hope for better results, why? Because, magic isn't everything and
it's important not to be so reliant on it.
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She didn't have a knife or anything, so she tried the bar again and luckily it
worked....sort of. It took too long and she just resorted to using her teeth.
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Standing up, she looked a round the room and spotted a chest on the base of
the bed. In it was a cloak, it was old and worn down. She put on the ratty
thing and walked up to the window. She didn't have anything more to bring,
since all her luggage was thrown out by that nasty bully.
With one last look and a sad smile, she jumps out the window.
She glows a lavender color and floats slowly down with a soft tap when she
lands.
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Out of all the magic's in the world, her's was different. It's the kind of magic
only a select group of people can use. There are four main magic's and
several branched off magic's. Some say there is a hidden fifth magic, but
that's just rumor.
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For someone to have one of the main four is very rare now a days-heck it
wasn't very common back then either.
"It's so dark....I better be careful...."
She squinted her eyes and frowned. She has to be quick or they will capture
her again. She hasty made shelter in an old wine cellar. Going as far as she
could on foot.
"I hope beyond hope, that they can't find me."
Closing her eyes, she lets herself rest for the trouble of tomorrow.
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A small round form stands in an abyss of black. They lift their brown little
hands and stares at the scratches and how padded they felt.
Why are they padded and scratched?
Are they a fighter?
But they don't know how to fight or what they are doing here.
It feels like they are forgetting something?
They turn their blurred out head to see a burning house of blooming flames. The
only thing penetrating the dark void. They hold out their hand in front of them
and take a step forward. They open their mouth, but no words come out.
Suddenly, the flames change color.
Violet.
A bright light fills the space and everything fades into white.
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To Be Continued....
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