I’m sitting in an ice cave shivering, wondering how best to explain the awkward situation I’m in. I tried to explain earlier this morning while the demons wracked my camp that I was not in fact a relative of the Marquise of the Crystal Crown. She had recently inherited her late father’s title (a none too suspicious death, if you ask me). Those who were her potential successors began to disappear. Perhaps she thought that her relatives with a better moral compass would try to usurp her throne, ending her malicious reign before it began. Her relation and practice with Glacier Fiends was no secret, after all.
This is where I come in. I recently changed my appearance with a glamour, my hair to a luminescent silver, my eyes a brilliant sapphire. Making me look far too similar to the Marquise’s younger cousin, who probably disappeared herself after learning about the fate of the rest of her family. The guards didn’t notice that my hair and eyes changed back to their natural colour when I entered the cell, the bars being layered with an anti-magic binding.
I’ve been here for about an hour and have done nothing but think of multiple escape plans – not from this room, of course. I realized upon passing the bars that any escape attempt from here would be fruitless. Making concrete plans is difficult when I …show more content…
The Demons grab me, and just as predicted, I’m blinded and silenced. We walk down a hall, making a few turns. I memorize them all. My guards have been talking the entire time, but one of them sounds angry. I can’t understand anything they’re saying, as they speak with some sort of guttural, harsh tones. But I’m certain an argument has just erupted. I feel a space open up to my left side and take it as the demon on my side lets go of my shoulder. Almost immediately I hit a wall, and focus my concentration on my glamour. I imagine myself blending in with the wall,