WESSEX
No, not all. And she’s not stupid enough to try and best them. With their fire and their spears, their laughter and their sneers, they capture the Asccended woman - or rather, she goes willingly with them. To the pit, they say, and “To the pit,” she repeats back in acquiescence, not quite afraid now, but… more wary than before. No idea what the pit is, or that Amalia had been held there, too. No idea that she'll actually be alright down there, for awhile. No one knows she’s out here - there will be no rescue mission, no one coming to save her. Her thoughts fly to what’s going on in the Hollowed Grounds and her now… subsequent absence.
Well. Can’t be helped. These are the consequences of her own actions and refusal to ask for help (from who? She doesn’t know). Following the fae in a docile manner, she knows the only way forward is through this mess - whatever it may bring.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
