19 May 2012
My throat is raw and dry, I haven't drunk for days. Stupid fairy law.
The blisters on my wrists where the iron cuffs had touched me itch like crazy and my head is throbbing. I look around. I am alone in this cell apart from the glorious piles of food around me. I know I have a big appetite and the smells that come over from the chocolate eclairs are amazing, but I have to resist unless I want to be stuck here forever. It also means I cannot drink, making it feel like I've been gargling with gravel. My wings are torn and I sob at the sight of them. Eliza, warrior fairy queen reduced to rags, wingless, never to fly again. I shuffle around, but the iron stings me and I curse the other fairy clan for taking me prisoner. A chattering pair of guards float past, barely noticing me. I bare my teeth, I may no longer be a hunter but my teeth haven't changed. They are crystal white and as sharp as needles. The guards jump back in surprise when I hiss and hurry off in the other direction. I chuckle quietly to myself, you haven't lost the battle yet, Eliza. Tonight was the night. Tonight I escape.
Prisoner • Opuss № I