(Story continued, sorry it’s been so long to continue. Life got in the way.)
As she watched the cave floor drift Falra’s consciousness started to drift in and out. Her eyes sight dimmed and she could feel a headache coming on strong. She wasn’t sure just how much she could endure before the blood loss was too much. Just as soon as she was wondering if she were going to die, she felt a sharp pain race through her body as she was dumped onto the floor. Her sight still swimming in and out, she saw a blurry image before her. It was a face she knew well, its brother face was one she stupidly thought loved her, but this one was cruel as the “Master” peered into her eyes.
Another man roughly took hold of her, ripping her clothing from her body, a flash of pain as some sort of antiseptic (most likely her own brew of pure alcohol) was poured on the deep gash in her arm. She could feel the pierce of a needle, then all went black. She felt no more, no more pain, no more fear. She only knew the sweet darkness of unconsciousness.
Sadly this cocoon of darkness didn’t last long, she was awoken by the sensation of a blade being sliced through her flesh. It took a few moments to understand what was going on, in a panic she tried to get away from the torment, but her arms were bound by chain. A thicker panic set in, memories of a child, a dark room, heavy shackles on her wrist to keep her in during the daylight hours. Was she home again? Was she dreaming of her childhood as she so often did, then again the sensation of cutting, no she wasn’t with her family, she was with the master and he was carving into her back.
It was then that more people entered the room. She knew not who they were, only that they were shadowy figures, all she could think was, are these the people she will be sold to next? As it turned out, Jinta had gotten to her friends in The Bloody Dawn, Taala and the others made it. They killed the “Master” and freed her from her bonds. Wrapping a cloak around her, they brought her back to the Dawn Hall and tended her new wounds. She will be eternally indebted to these people, but they were friends and it was a debt she would gladly pay.
My heart aches after telling that story, the pain Flara went through, and the freedom she gained. She always told the story with a smile on her face, so proud of her friends she was. She kept by their side, visiting them often. Come back another day and I might just tell you about some of the antics she got up to with them.
