Trapped

Trapped. One chance that’s all I had and I lost it. Now I had two options. Die and then she dies or be thrown into the depth of despair that they call prison and be stripped of my magic then she dies. Either way I lose. This is my fault. They warned me but I need it. I needed it. Desperately. I could feel it draining away with each second. The feel of lightness. I needed it. I needed it.

“Well well well what do we have here?” the man in black kicked the body on the floor. “Dead” another muttered. “That’s a shame. We could have used him.” “You still can” called a female voice “move” she muttered at one of the figures. “Now the price” she stated “hm, his life to be bought back in turn for another” “what do you mean” he stuttered knowing exactly what she meant. “A life for a life” she looked down at the boy “such a pretty boy too. What a fine specimen for the Königin.” “He’s a traitor?” she turned to stare into the figures eyes “traitor? Please he is no traitor. He’ll make an excellent sacrifice for our internal greatness.” “Internal greatness? Wait Königin?” the man asked confused then it clicked. “You’re one of them!” he screamed “garrison’s get her” “and to think we could be civil. I only asked for one life but I’ll take more. Last chance” the garrison’s moved slowly around her “no? Okay. Ersticken.” With that she and the boy disappeared. The garrison’s looked widely around trying to find them but soon they could not. All that was left was the gasping for breath then silence.

“Wake up” she commanded the boy “You’re no fun if you’re still asleep” and he started to stir. “Good” she commented, nearly fully awake he took in his surroundings. “Where am I?” he asked looking up at the beautiful woman. “You are partially safe and you have two options. One will make you safe. One will well… make you dead. Probably” “what are the options?” she smiled “Option 1- you stay here. Make the Königin happy and expand your knowledge of who we are. Option 2- you leave. Possibly get caught by those monkeys die or be stripped. Your choice.” “What’s the price?” he said thinking it over “ahh smart too” she smiled “your sister” “no.” He stated “nothing is worth that.” “Noble too. How… refreshing. We don’t want to kill her like many want to. We have a child here. Powerful and dying.” The boy just looked at her while she continued “we’ve been watching you both. You come from a long line of magical beings, some with access to their powers. Others didn’t even know they had them. It all started in the old ages. 2015. The first of our kind came from your bloodline.” She paused. “So what?” he muttered “your sister is dying. Without magic she will die. Yours is what is barely keeping her stable soon she’ll be thrown into an oblivion and she will not survive but with our

help we can stop that. Like I said your choice.” She finished “what will happen if I give her to you?” “Good question. She will be infused with the magic of the dying boy and he will die she will survive. A life for a life.” “You said that before?” he asked “yes and your debt has been paid.” “What will happen to her?” “She will be alive that’s all you should worry about.” The woman replied “which option?” she asked “I guess option 1 then.” “Perfect.”

A scream rang out. “You said she would be fine, that she would be alive. You didn’t say she would be in pain!” the boy cried “She is the living death. Everyone that dies goes through her. She is alive I told you that.” The boy looked on sobbing at the sight of her contorted body as she continued to scream. He could not do anything. He was trapped.