Fortress Irismus!
Farila lay in her cell, counting each moment, as the clock ticked by somewhere outside. She was tired and fed up of being imprisoned.
It had been months!
Months and she had lain here abandoned one Aranus had captured her. She had attempted to escape four times. Each time they had caught her and brought her back. Each time, her restraints and cells had been made stronger. The bars of this cell were made of magnetite and lead. They had also placed a leash around her neck, making sure her magic was gone.
She loathed them.
They were all scum. Then a month and few days back, the old guard had brought her a piece of news that had stopped her world on it's axis.
Ashmeer had died. No, he had not died. He had been murdered. Murdered by Ishatar and Ashdeer. They had killed him in cold blood, without a chance to defend himself. Almost when he had won the war.
