The Darkness Within Us

Secrets That Bind Us

I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up and the sun had set; and now the moon was high in the midnight sky, stars filled the sky with light and beauty. I walked to the window, and gazed outside. "Why do I feel more at home in darkness then light?" I whispered out loud to myself.

They had placed me in the highest room in the palace so I couldn't escape through the window, they locked me in this room and placed guards at my door. I heaved a sigh, I looked around the room to find some kind of heavy object. My eyes fell upon a stone water basin, I dumped out the flowers and water onto the floor. I heaved the stone at the window making it shatter into a thousand pieces. I cringed.... 'I hope nobody heard that?' I thought to myself.

I tied my sheets and blanket together making a short rope. "It will be enough to get me close enough to the ground so I won't kill myself." I whisper bluntly to. I tied one end to the leg of my bed, and hung the other end out of the window. I jumped up on to the window frame and tugged the rope to make sure it wouldn't untie. I leaped nimbly out the window and slowly reclined down the wall. I got about half way down the "rope" I was still over 60 feet in the air. A fall from this height could kill you, or at least break bones!

I felt movement and strain on the rope, at that point I knew what was happening. I was going to fall. I tried to descend quicker, but it wasn't working. I felt it give way, I began to fall. A sickly feeling knotted up my stomach. I kept hold of my make shift rope for security. It was a security that would never come.

I felt another abrupt tug and quickly opened my eyes. I was suspended in the air still holding tight to the sheets. How did that happen?

I looked up to see what had happened; and the one person I never wished to see ever again, was up on the windowsill holding the other end of the sheets. I heard him chuckle dryly.

"Thought you could escape?" He laughed with mirth. I just glared at him, it was becoming a habit anytime I saw him.

"Just drop me! I don't wish to be here anyway!" I yelled to him, but he just began to pull me up. "I'll let go!" I warned.

"If you wanted to die, you would have already let go." He stated a matter o factly. He heaved me up to the windowsill, and calmly pulled me into the room. I quickly grabbed ahold of him when he began to pull me in. But when my feet hit the floor I released him, and pushed him away.

"I don't want to be here! So let me go!" I shouted at him, he grabbed my arm as I tried to hit him. He seemed to not want to hurt me this time. But I continued to struggle in his grip, but then I gave up and sniffled. "Why won't you let me go?" I chocked out, hanging my head low. He then straightened me, as The King walked in.

"Your crying? Why?" The King asked with amusement, and a smile pulling at his lips.

"Crying? I am most certainly not crying!" I denied angrily, why was the king being so arrogant. Two other figures slowly walked into my room. One who had blonde hair, and the other had brown.

"Has my room become a courtroom for you? Have you come to convict me of something?" I yelled angrily lunging at the King, fury lining my eyes. But the guard who I hated so much right now, held me still.

"What's your name?" The King asked with an air of calmness.

"I've already told you, I. Don't. Know." I growled venomously, fire lighting my eyes.

The King sighed impatiently. "Take her to the cells, bar up her windows, then bring her back." The King said and left without another word. Once again I was being dragged by two guards down into the cells. I simply gave up fighting them and let them drag me.

"Straighten up!" One of the guards said harshly.

"No thanks..." I reply evenly. They sighed harshly and stood me up straight, and threw me backwards into the cold stone cell. I groaned in pain as I fell on my wounded shoulder on to the floor and rolled on to my stomach.

I looked over to the bars, that same red headed elf was talking to one of the guards.

"So since we're so acquainted, then tell me what's your name?" I said sarcastically, and pulled myself up and onto the bed roll the sat in the corner of the room. I elegantly sat and stared at him with an annoyed gaze.

"Give me yours, and I'll give you mine." He said flatly and walked away. I curled up on the ever so very "comfortable" bed roll and tried to go to sleep. For some odd reason I felt more comfortable in here then in my room. It was dark, and stone lined the walls, it felt like home I'm not completely sure why... I tried to dismiss the thought, and continued to try to sleep.