I stared into the sword stuck into my stomach. It glowed a bright golden colour. It made me feel weak and sick.
'That's it huh. My parents gave me up just like that! All these damm animals.
I'm a child for gods sake! What the hell did I do to deserve this.'
The pain on my stomach never ceased.
Since coming to this world I haven't been scared or felt fear once. But now…. Now I was terrified.
Soon enough we came upon a castle. It was massive and was the centre of the city. A large cross was on top of the church. It looked like some of the ancient churches of my original world.
"We're taking you in there. Be silent and you may live."
Despite my anger, I obliged. What's the point of being angry if it's only going to get you killed.
The front gates to the castle were opened and my jaw dropped.
It was massive! The castle was just insane. Hundreds of armed guards were revealed behind the door.
Most were training. Archers shooting at targets. Swordsman sparing against each other. It was straight out of a fantasy novel.
'The power of the church isn't to be underestimated…' at the sight of all the man power, I lost hope. How can I get out of this! The moment I got free I would be shot down by the sharpshooters.
I was in awe at the sheer manpower the churches have. Despite the fear it spawned in my stomach I was still marvelled at the sight.
"Sir Dawsey will deal with you filthy Death Element!" The guard who stabbed me originally spat with malice in my direction.
From there I was thrown into a cell.
'What's going to happen to me? Is this power of mine so cursed they'll actually kill me!' I was so used to modern society. Switching from a democracy with elected rulers and basic rules is far different from a monarchy where a nobles feelings can decide life or death. Even after two years in this world can't change my perspective.
'What in gods name am I thinking! I don't deserve this! My path to power will not be interrupted because someone doesn't like my element!' Before long I was mad again. I had so many feelings to expel in such a small cell.
I sat for hours and hours. Eventually a day passed. No one bothered to give me food or water.
*Growl* my stomach was aching. When you go your whole life with good food, too long without can be very painful.
After another hour a guard came.
He opened my cell and before I could do anything he hit me until I was out cold…
"Gasp!" I let in a relieved breath of musty air. I was still in the dungeon.
My head ached, but when I went to touch it, I couldn't.
'What the hell is this!' My whole body was bound. My neck was in a wooden hole, my hands and feet cuffed together closely, even my chest was wrapped in tight rope.
A guard stared at me from outside the cell.
"Soon, the church will see you. Your fate will be decided then. You have the whole country in a real mess, kid." Despite his neutral words, disdain could be seen in his eyes. It's clear this man hates me.
"What did I even do?" I calmly asked.
"Your a death element! What do you mean?! Your very nature is rotten! Rotten straight to the core! Maybe the church will burn the rot away." The man said with a self righteous look on his face. As if he was doing the whole world a favour by killing me.
At the mention of being burned I audibly gulped. Death by fire is on my top ten worst ways to die.
"You don't even know me! How can you burn me to death without even knowing me!" I protested.
"Have you ever read a book kid? Every death mage in the history of this world has gone down in history as a figure of misfortune and death. We're doing society a favour with getting rid of you!" The guard said with a expression that said 'I'm done with your comments.'
At that final statement I shut up. It's clear talking to this guard will only waste time and make me too scared to think straight.
'What the hell can I do to get out of this?' I calmly took a step back from my feelings and examined my condition.
I looked around to the best of my ability but my neck was stuck so any movements caused my neck to strain.
Soon enough I gave up.
'I can't… I can't get out.' There was nothing I could do. My hands where unable to move. Any neck movements caused strangulation in my neck. I was stuck…
'Just when I thought I could be something special. I was in a world of magic, and now I'm going to be slaughtered like some animal…' Cold anger took hold of me. But even more than that was disappointment. I was sad that this is my life story. This is where the ball stops rolling.
'I'm going to die here, aren't I?'