Wanting To Be Free- Kyrazha

[Rhonya]

My head felt like bursting at the moment, the wound on my arm a burning pain and my ankle was red and swollen, a pounding agony coming from it every second. I was tired…so tired. Thoughts racing through my head as I stared at the roof of the inn. I couldn’t do much else then think.
My wrists and ankles were shackled with heavy metal rings, chains in between of them, making me unable to walk if I could’ve even done that due to my ankle in the first place. I was stuck here, and it pissed me off. I didn’t like to be stuck. I had never liked to be stuck. Still, I couldn’t do anything else at the moment than wait and bide my time.

My plan had gone horribly wrong, and I blamed myself for the failure. Sadok was still alive and he’d called for help from the tribe when he had brought me down. I had him, right in my grasp, my fingers around the hilt of the dagger on his throat… Just one movement away from the sweet relief of slitting his throat and feeling the warm, red blood run over my hand. But I had messed it up.

The chains rattled as I moved onto my side instead, closing my tired eyes. But I couldn’t sleep. The need kept going through me, the anger, the hurt. Sadok had betrayed me, the Master had told me. And I believed him. Sadok had broken his oaths… He swore me that he hadn’t, that he’d been faithful all this time, but… somehow I just couldn’t believe him. The Master had called him a liar, a cheater, betrayed us both, him in the past and me recently. I believed him. He wouldn’t lie to me, there was just no way he would.

Sadok had lied, even when he had let the others put me in shackles, saying it was â€"me- who had cheated, who’d betrayed him. But it wasn’t true… He’d broken his oaths first, there had been nothing left to betray. It was the tribe now who wouldn’t see, wouldn’t see my need, my urge and let me do what I had to do. They had betrayed me too, putting me here, and shackling me.
Though, something nagged at me, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. It was like seeing something from the corner of your eyes, but when you’d turn your head to look at it, it would be gone. I still felt this confusion…

I grunted in pain as I moved again, the new shackles brushing over the open, dirty wound of the day before, which reminded me of everything again. He’d come for me, reassured me to stay quiet and he’d get me out. He had tried. But Vanara and Vraxxar had stood in the way, not wanting to let him in…Nor wanting to let me out. My Master had fled again…and used me as a shield against my own two tribe members. Why had he done that? He’d left me behind again here, alone, with only those around me who hated me now.

A soft growl sounded, and I realized it was my own growl. Anger filled me again as I squeezed my eyes shut… but who was I angry at, actually? Sadok? My master, or... myself? I didn’t know anymore… things were too complicated right now. My head hurt… I’d wait patiently, see what would happen. Maybe he’d come for me again, or manage to kill Sadok. And if not, well… Then I would have to make new plans, and see what the tribe would do with me anyway. All I knew, I wasn’t in a good position at the moment, and I hated it. I just wanted to be set free… Was that so much to ask for…?

[Kozgugore]

(( Stories everywhere! \o/ And still I hunger for moar! I'm almost starting to feel sorry for your characters though, having to deal with Sadok's sadis- er, I mean creativity, so often! :3 Good read! ))

[Rhonya]

((Thanks! I try. xD And.. err. Lets say Sadok makes stuff interesting usually! Even though mostly it's not very good for my chars, no.. Hahaha. xD))