by Hedra Longstride
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was inside her head now.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
How did that spell go?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Time to get it out.
At first, while she was still feeling feisty, she walked round and round the four walls of the room. She had traced her hands up and down the walls, poked fingers into crevices, fumbled for loose bricks to possibly carve herself an alternative way out. She had even discovered a broken plank by the otherwise fully covered window. Through the large gash in the rotting wood she could watch the sun rise and set. Sometimes there were people walking out there, with their wands drawn as sources of light, but she knew sunlight from Lumos. A wand could not cast such a warm glow in a miserable place.
Then, on the third day, somebody on the outside saw her lurking by the window and she was chained to a wall. They also replaced the rotting board with a brand new one, robbing her of her concept of time. As a further punishment her daily meals were withheld. Time disappeared and when the darkness advanced on her, painting her entire cell an oppressing shade of black, space followed.
It was inside her head now.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
How did that spell go?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Time to get it out.
At first, while she was still feeling feisty, she walked round and round the four walls of the room. She had traced her hands up and down the walls, poked fingers into crevices, fumbled for loose bricks to possibly carve herself an alternative way out. She had even discovered a broken plank by the otherwise fully covered window. Through the large gash in the rotting wood she could watch the sun rise and set. Sometimes there were people walking out there, with their wands drawn as sources of light, but she knew sunlight from Lumos. A wand could not cast such a warm glow in a miserable place.
Then, on the third day, somebody on the outside saw her lurking by the window and she was chained to a wall. They also replaced the rotting board with a brand new one, robbing her of her concept of time. As a further punishment her daily meals were withheld. Time disappeared and when the darkness advanced on her, painting her entire cell an oppressing shade of black, space followed.