Chapter 47: Escape [1]

[Bellatrix:]
It is midnight, I can see it from the little opening at the top of the walls. I need to get out of here. I glance at my brother who hasn't talked to me since his outburst earlier. He is asleep. I sigh.
The ropes binding us are laced with dark magic. I know, because I have tried to loosen it out, but each it keeps sending jolts of painful electric bolts down my spine. I bit my lips in anger. This shouldn't be like this. This shouldn't fucking end like this.
I shut my eyes, wishing that he was here.. Alec.
"No proper training, and yet you call yourself the chosen" I jerk out of my train of thoughts and glance at my brother.
"You were not sleeping" I state.
He rolls his eyes, "Who sleeps in a situation like this?" I gulp, short of words. My brother is disappointed in me and I have no idea what to do, exept-
"You speak like it was my choice, brother" I finally say, holding his icy stare.
"Everyone has a choice, Bellatrix!"
"Just like you had a choice when you decided to work for the enemy?" I can't help but say it out loud. My brother visibly blanches and he looks away. I babble on, "You said it was all because of me, when in reasoning it was all you. You had a choice Trikan, you could have been the good leader of the people but you chose the easy way.. Look where it got you"
"Do not speak, like you know half of what happened!"
I shrug, "I don't.. I spent a larger part of my years hating the wrong people and getting revenge on people who didn't matter. Why? Because I was shielded away from a future I had to face. Can't you see how unfair that is?"
"What is unfair, is you acting like a goddamn saint, like you own the fucking world, when in reality you are nothing but a fucking pushover!"
His words hit a nerve and I flinch. My brother just called me a pushover. "How would you know? You say I am a pushover yet you are here instead of gallivanting with your merry boss?"
"I wish you knew how much of a fool they are playing you to be, even by your so-called light fae council" He sneers.
I am hurt, but I can't help the feeling that he might be right. That maybe some people in the light fae council are working with Starkev. It makes sense now that I had been kidnapped in the council hall, the first time.
"Well? You don't believe me?" His cold stare meets mine once more. The silence between us grows tense and thick. The only sound to break it is the ticking clock somewhere in the shadows of the room.
"You are far more stupid than I- " my brother breaks off abruptly as we both jump up at the same time, our chains snapping loudly against the floor.
The door bursts open and one of the guards enters the cell. I try to move back, but there is no room for escape. Two men follow after him. One is tall and muscular, wearing black and the other is shorter and rounder. Both wear dark cloaks which are covered up their bodies and faces. They look around in the dim light before approaching the two of us. The guard closest to me grabs me roughly around the arm, yanking my hand upwards. I scream and try to shake him off, but it's no use. He pulls me towards the men, dragging me across the ground and I stumble over a stone. My body hits the floor hard enough to knock the air out of me. But instead I feel a buzzing at the tip of my fingers. I gasp, glancing at Trikan.
The guard regards us, a smirk gracing his lips. "The Royal house of the light fae will meet again, how interesting" he says, before turning around and marching out.
My breath catches in my throat, and I'm forced onto my feet. The guard behind me lets go of my arm, but instead of taking me out through the door, he shoves me towards Trikan instead, and leaves without saying another word.
My fingertips are still buzzing and I can acutely feel my magic returning. What's happening? Didn't Starkev bottle it up? He did and just like the first time, he couldn't contain it. A plan starts to form in my head.
The door is closed but the guards are still outside, that I can tell. I also know that they will come hack soon enough.
The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop it, "I can get us out"
Trikan stares at me. There is something in his eyes. Hope? Or disgust perhaps. I don't know what it is, but he shakes his head at me and scoffs. "You really are fucking clueless"
I can almost see the flames of fury rising in him. So I decide to show him. I close my eyes, letting my magic blend with my environment.
"You pull your magic from nature" Vassily had told me. I run my fingertips on the wooden floor, scraps of sand sliding under my fingertips. And then they start to morph together from every corner of the room. I swish my fingers, breathing in a sigh as I see it start to mould into what I want it to be — A dagger.
Trikan watches me, where rage had clouded his features, shock now stared back at me. "You have your magic?"
He asks, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yes" I nod firmly, and I can sense it take its place on the wooden floor beneath my feet as well as I feel the weight lifting from my shoulders. It feels as if I have been carrying it around for days. And suddenly, I am filled with strength. I release my magic at the now formed sand dagger and let ice from my fingers coat it. With a swish it lands on my hands and I start working it through the chain that binds me . I hear Trikans sharp intake of breath as the chains break.
I walk towards him, breaking off his chains too. He eyes me warily as they clatter to the ground. "Now what?"
I give him a thing smile and shrug, sitting. "We wait"
Waiting meant, sitting for the next two minutes. My prediction was right, they barge in again – the guards. This time they are four. They have come to drag us to Starkev.
Too bad, We will be the one doing the dragging or not.
"It is time" one of them says.
"Okay" They have not noticed that we are now without our chains, pathetic set of guards. Well what they don't know won't hurt them.. Only in this case, it will.
As swift as I can be I stand and grab one of then by his collar, pressing a dagger to his neck.
They freeze immediately, looking terrified. I can practically smell their fear. They draw out their swords, aiming them threateningly at me.
I laugh mockingly at them. "Do you honestly think you can defeat me?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous. I press the dagger deeper until his skin breaks and blood pours down in tiny drops. He doesn't answer. I slash and watch as he falls limp to the
The others draw closer. I raise the dagger a few centimeters higher, causing them to tremble. One of them moves forwards. I slash him in the chest, slicing through his clothes, the skin and muscle, leaving his heart exposed. He falls on his knees, his face contorted in pain. I look straight at him as he begins to bleed out.
"You are a fool if you think you can beat me".
"A wise woman always makes sure her enemies underestimate her"
They lunge forward. Their blades meet my blade, my dagger meeting the edge of their swords. My free hand holds my dagger up and they back off, staring at each other with anger.
One tries to stab me, and I block him with ease, pushing my dagger forward, making him fall backwards. He gets up again quickly however and throws himself at me. I sidestep his attack smoothly and punch him straight in the jaw. He falls to the ground, groaning in pain. I turn around and kick him in the ribs, forcing him to roll away. They are both on the ground now, groaning in pain.
They slowly lift their heads, glaring at me fiercely. I chuckle. My eyes narrow slightly.
Their breaths come in quick pants, as they fight to stay awake. I take advantage of it, and grab the nearest one by his hair, pulling him up and slamming him against the wall. And with a last shove I send him flying into the one beside him. Unconscious
I turn to the last man, holding my dagger high above my head and ready to strike. When he lunges at me I twist around the hilt of my dagger, bringing my arm down, stabbing deep into the middle of his chest. Blood spurts everywhere, and just like his colleagues he finally lay limp and then I stretch my palms letting my magic flow through my hands, soon only a heap of sand lay where their bodies had been. My little wolf hunting trick
Years of experience as a wolf hunter sure did me some good.
I smirk, turning to Trikan who is still staring at me like I grew an extra head. "Shall we leave now?"
He blinks, and then he asks; "You can't teleport?"
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