Darkness...
It was all she knew...
Deep within a cavern she had been shackled to the wall for who knows how long, ancient runic symbols not only etched on the chains that bound her but the wall surrounding her small form which was held several feet above the ground.
A voice...
A warm touch...
She was lowered to the ground after the shackles had been removed, what spell she had been under was broken. At least part of it. She felt hands, rubbing her arms in attempt to bring warmth to her. Large hands. And a baritone voice urged her to wake. To wake from the dark abyss that had claimed her for so long. After some struggle her eyes did open, the world coming to her in one large blur. Hovering over, a figure she was unable to make out. But the voice was male. Her lips parted in attempt to speak but found no voice to do so. Not a sound fell from her lips, even as she sighed out.
Her chest hurt as it raised and fell in attempt to gulp air to fill her lungs. Actually every fiber of her stung with awakening. She heard the voice, urging her to remain still and that he was going look for help. Then she was alone again.
Slowly the world began to focus and she forced herself to sit up. Not a clue in the world as to where she was but she found herself staring at the markings on the wall with a sense of curiosity. She waited...
Hours...
Days...
Weeks..
The third week she was found by Icer, unconscious and cold. The kind dragoness brought her home and gave her a warm bed to rest.
Now she sat in the warmth of the lair, wondering what she would of done without that wonderful dragoness. Would she, even with several weeks gone by, still be in that cavern" Waiting.." And who was the man that found her" Would she ever know the answer to these questions" Questions she could not, and may never, be able to answer.
It was all she knew...
Deep within a cavern she had been shackled to the wall for who knows how long, ancient runic symbols not only etched on the chains that bound her but the wall surrounding her small form which was held several feet above the ground.
A voice...
A warm touch...
She was lowered to the ground after the shackles had been removed, what spell she had been under was broken. At least part of it. She felt hands, rubbing her arms in attempt to bring warmth to her. Large hands. And a baritone voice urged her to wake. To wake from the dark abyss that had claimed her for so long. After some struggle her eyes did open, the world coming to her in one large blur. Hovering over, a figure she was unable to make out. But the voice was male. Her lips parted in attempt to speak but found no voice to do so. Not a sound fell from her lips, even as she sighed out.
Her chest hurt as it raised and fell in attempt to gulp air to fill her lungs. Actually every fiber of her stung with awakening. She heard the voice, urging her to remain still and that he was going look for help. Then she was alone again.
Slowly the world began to focus and she forced herself to sit up. Not a clue in the world as to where she was but she found herself staring at the markings on the wall with a sense of curiosity. She waited...
Hours...
Days...
Weeks..
The third week she was found by Icer, unconscious and cold. The kind dragoness brought her home and gave her a warm bed to rest.
Now she sat in the warmth of the lair, wondering what she would of done without that wonderful dragoness. Would she, even with several weeks gone by, still be in that cavern" Waiting.." And who was the man that found her" Would she ever know the answer to these questions" Questions she could not, and may never, be able to answer.