Alara: A Swift Change in Station
When I awoke this morning, I was Alara Silverwing, the first princess of Lakenvale. I find my swift change in status bitter as I'm being dragged in manacled chains to an unknown location, a dungeon I assume.
The hood covering me— like the manacles binding me, is enchanted to prevent access to my power. The sensation of devoid nothingness where once I felt the rush of magic through my veins is beyond uncomfortable. It is akin to being deafened. I feel as if I have lost a vital sense.
The loss aches in my heart and I stifle a sob.
No, I think. I will not let them see me cry. No matter what happens, no matter how they may choose to torture me, I cannot cry. My pride would not allow it. Not to mention the shame it would bring on my family name if I break. I cannot break.
I take several slow breaths in and out to calm myself and think through my situation. My captors were swift and more than prepared. I assume they've been watching our scout's routines closely for some time now if they were able to track us at all, let alone so precisely. Fairies are very difficult to find— especially when they do not want to be found.
I know they will want information from me, and they cannot find out my true identity. I silently thank the goddess that I'm a royal.
Fairies are marked by a small gemstone on their forehead called the Goddess Stone. This stone is where our power originates and if it is ever broken, we die. Normally, a fairy's Goddess Stone reflects his or her power type as a color. Greenweavers have green stones, fireweavers have red, etc. I am a waterweaver, so my stone would be blue— if not for my royal blood.
Royals bare a silver stone. This works in my favor as the clear stone of the Windfolk would appear similar to those unfamiliar with fairy royals. I am the only fairy royal I know of that's ever been captured or even traveled outside fae lands. They will likely assume I am a windweaver and of no significance. If they knew otherwise, I'd be killed immediately after being tortured for information.
Waterweavers are very powerful against the demons of Wraithen Kingdom.
I am not so foolish as to think I am going to anyone but the Demon King himself for questioning. He would not let anyone else question a fairy for him— they are too rare a catch.
I need to be prepared with a story, something believable enough to spare my life.
I rescinded into my mind, thinking rapidly while I'm dragged by two powerful sets of arms further along, into what will surely be a horrible fate regardless of my scheming.
