The boisterous voices of the soldiers in the room began to fade as we walked in. The dungeon's depth was about 20 meters from the surface, making the room quite cold.
With the damp smell of moss fresh around the walls, I didn't think the place was enough to amaze me.
"Wow! How can they make a prison like this?" I whispered.
We arrive at a large dome-shaped stone-walled room. What amazed me was how many prisoners had magic in each iron bar. Quite a unique prison.
Bak!
"Your date will be set!" rebuked the soldier who threw me into prison.
It's pretty comfortable to lean on, but my eyes immediately circled the room. Adequate lighting, cold floors, and quite dirty air.
"Ugh!" Suddenly Black Pearl and Lavanya made a strange sound.
Frantically, I immediately asked them how they were.
"Are you guys okay?"
It felt like something made them react that way. In a panic, I immediately looked for the cause of the trigger to this annoyance.
"Where? Please!" I thought.
Shadows of bitter memories began to cloud my mind. I vigorously cast my magic.
"Destroy it!" But I can't even cast a single magic.
"Unlucky! I have to get out of here! You two hold on!"
My hopes are starting to crumble. I launch punches, smacks, and kicks at this solid object around me.
"Ah, my head is starting to spin."
"Hera!" they both shouted.
And my vision began to disappear.
***
"Oi! Hey! Get up!" a low voice began to sound outside the bars.
My body is fragile. I tried to open my eyes to no avail.
"It's really heavy." That's what crossed my mind.
"I've never seen someone who had such a strong impact on magic."
"We have to save him!"
"But how?"
The boisterous voices of humans began to fill my ears.
"Hera, you have to… cough! Open your eyes!" Lavanya weakly said.
With all my might, I opened my tightly closed eyelids. All my energy can only open a little view of my pupil.
The red beads stuck to my eyelids.
"What's this? magic soot?" I thought.
"Shield!" someone's scream cast a spell on me.
The shield made my body better. I didn't have time to thank him, I lost consciousness again.
Warm. The feeling made me realize, I tried to open my eyes again, but only a dark black color as far as the eye could see I could see.
I quickly jumped and started fumbling around.
Puk!
"Erm? What's this? round? No, more like a little stick. Uh? Why is this stick growing?" I thought.
"Emm, Miss can you take off my pants?" asked the voice of the man in front of me.
"Sorry!" I quickly shuffled and hit the iron bars.
I still feel the pain clearly. I'm still alive!
"Forgive me presumptuously into your prison room," said the man.
His voice was quite soft and firm; I thought he was a middle-aged man or older than me.
"It doesn't matter. But, how did you get in here?" I asked as I leaned back.
"Before I answer your question, can you tidy up your clothes," he asked.
"Hah?! Clothes?"
I immediately felt my body and found half of my body exposed; I quickly turned away from him, but...
Tang!
"Ouch!"
"Are you all right?" the man asked.
"Do not come close! I'm fine!" I answered firmly.
"What a shame… why is it so dark in here." I complained.
After adjusting my clothes, I immediately sat down and faced him calmly.
"So, explain to me how you got into my room?" I asked, putting my hands on my thighs.
"Sorry Miss, I'm over here," replied the man while touching my shoulder.
"Aaaah! Kill me ...!" I screamed in my heart.
"Yes I know!" I replied to the man while changing my direction to him.
I turned slowly so as not to hit something in the dark night.
Cups!
"Hah?! What's this? isn't it just walls and iron around me? Then what is this soft sensation on my lips?"
I started kissing the soft thing and raising my hand to reach it.
"Beard? Oh! Hey! What did you do to this blind woman? immoral!" I shouted.
"A- aah no-no. I am not doing anything!" replied the man in a guilty tone.
The atmosphere became awkward and silent. Neither of us started the conversation, but I sensed his presence still in front of me.
"Um, can I ask you something?" the man asked.
"Um," I answered shyly.
"Is that the way to say hello in your area?"
"Of course not!" I said.
"Ahaha! What we can be certain of is! Ha ha ha!" he continued awkwardly.
Worse still, my mouth feels a soft sensation on my lips, making my face hot. What a fun night.
"Na—my name is Timoti Harslem, i—I'm one of the officers who deliver food in this prison. Nice to meet you!" The tense introduction suddenly broke my awkwardness.
"Hmm, haha. No wonder you can come into my room. by the way isn't the night long enough?"
My question left him speechless. I heard nothing but the sound of his breath lightly wafting into my ear.
"Timi, are you still here?"
"Timothy!" hard.
"Sorry," I said.
"Hah! I thought you were just pretending you didn't see me." He said as he heard a small thud against the room wall.
"Looks like he's leaning over." I tried to figure it out.
"Sorry!" said Timothy in a low tone.
I immediately turned to the source of the voice and groped to reach Timoti. I didn't think he was holding my hand.
"Finally I found you," I said with a smile.
He just chuckled.
My name is Hera, Hera Groutbear. Nice to meet you," I greeted.
After talking for a long time, I felt a stinging heat in my arm.
"Oh! What's this? who burned my arm?" I shouted.
Then Timoti pulled me and moved me to a more incredible place.
"Nothing burned you, it's just that you're right in the sun," he said.
"The sun you say? Isn't it still night? And how did the sun get into this deep enough prison?" I asked in surprise.
I really don't see any signs of the morning from my perspective. Am I really that blind? If my eyes can't be used means —.
"Timothy!" One of the men's calls boomed between the walls of the room.
"Looks like it's time for me to go on duty. See you later." He left.
"Hah!" I sighed.
I hope he accompanies me in this room; it's lonely without someone beside me. Wait! Somebody?
"The lava! Black Pearls!" call me.
I kept calling them and trying to enter my subconscious, but it didn't work.
"Tch! Where are they! Well I'll find my own way to get out of here."
I quickly stood up.
Open!
"A-A!"
"What exactly happened? I think I hit something? I thought. Ah, did I die from that impact?"
And unknowingly, I had lost consciousness.
I cream on his face