door to the cell opened rather abruptly as it swung into the wall with a loud bang, probably because the valrik who was handling the young woman pushed her through it. She landed hard on the cold stone floor, knocking over the rest of the gray slop that Kile had come to call Shrool, even if it might not have been. Her hand and her feet had been bound, and she wiggled across the room toward the door that was closed and locked behind her.
“Don’t! Don’t lock me in here.” She cried out.
“You will stay in there until you are ready to cooperate.” The man said.
Kile knew she had heard that voice before, and she even dared to look up toward the small window of the door to catch a glimpse of her captor, but all she could see was the dark silhouette of the man's head, blocking out the only light that she had. From the silhouette she couldn’t tell if it was the black robed man or the little cruel one. If she had to guess she would say it was the little cruel one, why have minions working for you if not to do all the dirty work.
“Wait… come back… please.” The young girl pleaded, but the man just made a dismissive sound and disappeared from the window.
Kile waited until she heard the dungeon doors close again, leaving her in the dark, but not alone this time.
“Are you alright?” She asked the shadows.
“Stay away from me. Don’t come any closer.” The young girl shouted as she started to wiggle her way across the room. She didn’t stop until she reached the corner and had nowhere else to go. “Just… Just stay away from me.”
“Well, I’m hardly in any position to get any closer.” Kile replied as she shook her arms the best she could in order to get the chains rattling.
She couldn’t see the young girl on the other side of the room, not in the darkness of the cell. Where was that exceptional eye sight now that she needed it, she wondered? That was the problem with certain aspects of her edge. They seem to come and go at the worst possible moment.
“You’re… you’re a prisoner here too?”
No Kile thought, I’m just here for the spa treatment. She was not the brightest person to be locked up in a cell with.
“It would appear that way. The name is Kile… Kile Veller. What’s yours?”
“Emara Lon.” The young girl replied.
She seemed a little calmer now, now that she knew that Kile wasn’t some creature locked in the small room with her. Emara? She had heard that name before but she wasn’t sure where.
“Why are you here Emara?”
“Because I was captured.”
“I mean, why were you captured?”
“Oh… I don’t know… I mean I know… but… I don’t know.”
Yes, definitely not one of the brightest people to be locked up with.
“What is it that you do?”
“Me? I… I’m just a student. I’m studying the Mystic Arts.”
“You’re a mystic?”
“Well… yeah, sort of. I’ve only been studying there for a couple of years. I’m not really a full mystic… not yet.”
“But you know the arts… don’t you?”
“I’m one of the few people who are influenced by all eight spheres, so they say.” She announced proudly.
Kile knew very little about the mystic arts, and trusted them even less. She only knew what her instructor back at the Academy had told her, and that wasn’t very informative.
“Can you manipulate metal?” She asked.
“Metal? I’m afraid I’m not all that good with metal. Funny… that’s what Ravenshadow asked me.”
“Ravenshadow?”
“Yeah, that old man in the long dark robes, he calls himself Ravenshadow. Said I was free to go if I did some metal manipulations for him. I told him to go jump in a lake and then they threw me in here. Not exactly the most hospitable person, but then anyone that hangs around with valrik can’t be all that nice.”
“So you can’t manipulate metal.” Kile replied as her hopes started to die.
“Well… I don’t really know.”
“You don’t know how, or you don’t know if you
“Don’t! Don’t lock me in here.” She cried out.
“You will stay in there until you are ready to cooperate.” The man said.
Kile knew she had heard that voice before, and she even dared to look up toward the small window of the door to catch a glimpse of her captor, but all she could see was the dark silhouette of the man's head, blocking out the only light that she had. From the silhouette she couldn’t tell if it was the black robed man or the little cruel one. If she had to guess she would say it was the little cruel one, why have minions working for you if not to do all the dirty work.
“Wait… come back… please.” The young girl pleaded, but the man just made a dismissive sound and disappeared from the window.
Kile waited until she heard the dungeon doors close again, leaving her in the dark, but not alone this time.
“Are you alright?” She asked the shadows.
“Stay away from me. Don’t come any closer.” The young girl shouted as she started to wiggle her way across the room. She didn’t stop until she reached the corner and had nowhere else to go. “Just… Just stay away from me.”
“Well, I’m hardly in any position to get any closer.” Kile replied as she shook her arms the best she could in order to get the chains rattling.
She couldn’t see the young girl on the other side of the room, not in the darkness of the cell. Where was that exceptional eye sight now that she needed it, she wondered? That was the problem with certain aspects of her edge. They seem to come and go at the worst possible moment.
“You’re… you’re a prisoner here too?”
No Kile thought, I’m just here for the spa treatment. She was not the brightest person to be locked up in a cell with.
“It would appear that way. The name is Kile… Kile Veller. What’s yours?”
“Emara Lon.” The young girl replied.
She seemed a little calmer now, now that she knew that Kile wasn’t some creature locked in the small room with her. Emara? She had heard that name before but she wasn’t sure where.
“Why are you here Emara?”
“Because I was captured.”
“I mean, why were you captured?”
“Oh… I don’t know… I mean I know… but… I don’t know.”
Yes, definitely not one of the brightest people to be locked up with.
“What is it that you do?”
“Me? I… I’m just a student. I’m studying the Mystic Arts.”
“You’re a mystic?”
“Well… yeah, sort of. I’ve only been studying there for a couple of years. I’m not really a full mystic… not yet.”
“But you know the arts… don’t you?”
“I’m one of the few people who are influenced by all eight spheres, so they say.” She announced proudly.
Kile knew very little about the mystic arts, and trusted them even less. She only knew what her instructor back at the Academy had told her, and that wasn’t very informative.
“Can you manipulate metal?” She asked.
“Metal? I’m afraid I’m not all that good with metal. Funny… that’s what Ravenshadow asked me.”
“Ravenshadow?”
“Yeah, that old man in the long dark robes, he calls himself Ravenshadow. Said I was free to go if I did some metal manipulations for him. I told him to go jump in a lake and then they threw me in here. Not exactly the most hospitable person, but then anyone that hangs around with valrik can’t be all that nice.”
“So you can’t manipulate metal.” Kile replied as her hopes started to die.
“Well… I don’t really know.”
“You don’t know how, or you don’t know if you
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