Post by Enda Haston on Jan 5, 2011 20:01:33 GMT -5
Where: Servant Quarters of the Regius Arcis
When: Tuesday, December 11, 1510
Who: Enda, other slaves, perhaps a vampire
What: Enda tries to make sense of her predicament.
Status: Ongoing
Enda sat with her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and her head, which was still hurting, rested atop her knees. She was convinced she was dreaming. Ever since she had awaken the night before she had been in a daze; lost between reality and this strange world she now found herself in. Where was she? Who were these people? Enda tried to make sense of it all, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that none of it made sense.
"Are you okay?"
Enda jumped backward, slamming her head hard into the stone wall. The woman who had spoken to her squealed and took a step back. Her eyes were wide and scared as she looked at the woman who now stared frantically around the room for a way out.
"No, I...I'm not alright." Enda stammered. She could see her warm breath flowing upward before her eyes. Only then was she made aware of just how old it was. Trembling, she looked around her. There was one other woman in the room beside the one who had spoken. She frightened to some extent. She remained seated in the only chair in the room and didn't seem to want to move any closer.
"Where am I?" she asked, gaining her voice again.
"Regius Arcis." The same women chimed in. She moved away to sit on a stiff wooden bed. It barely squeaked underneath her weight.
"And where is that?" she asked, scared to hear the answer.
"Ireland. But it's hard to tell. We very rarely go out of doors."
Enda nodded. She was from Ireland so that was all well and good. If she could find a way out of this place she could return home.
"Why am I here?"
"You were brought here by one of the coven members. You are slave to his castle now."
Enda blinked and shifted where she sat. The dirt and rock beneath her hands rubbed her palms raw and she brought her hands to her chest. She mouthed the words before she spoke them. "Sl...slave?"
"Yes." That was all the girl could say before they all heard someone approaching the door. The girl on the bed moved to stand. The other followed. Following their direction, Enda stood as well and she found that her joints and muscles ached. Stumbling to her feet, she waited silently for the door to open.
When: Tuesday, December 11, 1510
Who: Enda, other slaves, perhaps a vampire
What: Enda tries to make sense of her predicament.
Status: Ongoing
Enda sat with her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and her head, which was still hurting, rested atop her knees. She was convinced she was dreaming. Ever since she had awaken the night before she had been in a daze; lost between reality and this strange world she now found herself in. Where was she? Who were these people? Enda tried to make sense of it all, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that none of it made sense.
"Are you okay?"
Enda jumped backward, slamming her head hard into the stone wall. The woman who had spoken to her squealed and took a step back. Her eyes were wide and scared as she looked at the woman who now stared frantically around the room for a way out.
"No, I...I'm not alright." Enda stammered. She could see her warm breath flowing upward before her eyes. Only then was she made aware of just how old it was. Trembling, she looked around her. There was one other woman in the room beside the one who had spoken. She frightened to some extent. She remained seated in the only chair in the room and didn't seem to want to move any closer.
"Where am I?" she asked, gaining her voice again.
"Regius Arcis." The same women chimed in. She moved away to sit on a stiff wooden bed. It barely squeaked underneath her weight.
"And where is that?" she asked, scared to hear the answer.
"Ireland. But it's hard to tell. We very rarely go out of doors."
Enda nodded. She was from Ireland so that was all well and good. If she could find a way out of this place she could return home.
"Why am I here?"
"You were brought here by one of the coven members. You are slave to his castle now."
Enda blinked and shifted where she sat. The dirt and rock beneath her hands rubbed her palms raw and she brought her hands to her chest. She mouthed the words before she spoke them. "Sl...slave?"
"Yes." That was all the girl could say before they all heard someone approaching the door. The girl on the bed moved to stand. The other followed. Following their direction, Enda stood as well and she found that her joints and muscles ached. Stumbling to her feet, she waited silently for the door to open.
