Rosey knew that she had to get out of that place as soon as possible. She couldn't risk staying there any longer.
Her heart raced with fear as she thought about the possibility of being enslaved.
She had overheard the brown-headed man talking about it, and the thought made her shudder. She couldn't let that happen to her.
Rosey stood up from the bed and quietly made her way over to the door. She tried to open it as silently as possible, waiting for the moment when it was wide enough for her to slip through.
Finally, the door creaked open, as she took her first step out of the room, she felt an invisible force push her back. It was almost like an impenetrable bubble surrounding her.
She paused, bewildered by what she felt. She reached out to touch the bubble, and her fingertips sparked with gold before the glow vanished.
She took a step forward again, and the bubble pushed her back harder this time. Rosey realized that she wouldn't be able to leave unless she figured out how to get past it.
Fear crept into her mind as she examined the bubble more closely, noticing that it seemed to be made of some kind of energy.
Rosey tried to push against the bubble with all her might, but it wouldn't budge.
She felt trapped and alone, wondering how she was going to get out of this mess. Her thoughts raced as she tried to come up with a plan.
'This must be some type of a cage so I don't get out,' Rosy thought to herself. She walked back to the bed and looked around, searching for any possible way to escape. Her gaze stopped at the window.
"Yes, the window!" ROsey exclaimed inwardly. "That invisible thing couldn't have reached there." Rosy moved quickly to the window and tried to find the opening.
The window was almost floor-length, and she struggled to find any way to open it. She moved to a smaller window on the side, which had a white-colored shelf beside it.
As she searched for a way to open it, she noticed a small latch to the side. She pulled it, and the window opened up with a creak.
Sticking her head outside, Rosy looked downward, feeling a sense of vertigo as she saw how far it was to the ground.
She was worried, but she knew that she had to escape. She took a deep breath and climbed out of the window, clinging to the side of the building as she made her way down to the ground.
As she glanced to her left, she noticed a series of small carvings running down the wall.
The carvings seemed to stop a few inches above the ground, and upon closer inspection, she saw that they were intricately detailed and raised slightly from the surface of the wall.
The wall itself appeared to be made of rough stone, and the carvings added a touch of elegance to the otherwise rugged surface.
She moved calmly, trying to avoid any missteps that could result in a fall and a gruesome end. One wrong move and she could be reduced to a bloody pulp of flesh and bone.
She carefully extended her right leg out the window, gripping the frame tightly for support.
Once she felt stable, she brought her left leg out and shifted her weight back to ease her upper body out into the open air.
The sudden sway made her heart race, but she quickly regained her balance by pressing her body against the window frame on the outside.
"That was close," Rosey gasped, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
She carefully and slowly lowered her right leg to the next dent in the wall, her fingers tightly gripping the rough surface.
With each step down the wall, her muscles strained and her heart pounded in her chest.
As Rosey descended further down the wall, she noticed that the carvings became shallower and less pronounced compared to the top.
The deeper grooves and intricate designs of the upper wall gave way to more subtle etchings as she moved down, until they were barely visible beneath her fingers.
The shallower carvings made it harder for Rosey to descend quickly, and she found herself slipping more frequently than before.
Her heart raced with each misstep, but she managed to steady herself each time.
Despite her determination, her worn-out shoes threatened to give out, and she knew that without them she would never have made it this far down the wall.
Rosey pushed herself further, her body aching and her fingers throbbing from the strain of holding her weight on the jagged wall.
She knew she was almost there, but every inch felt like a mile as she fought to keep moving.
With each step, her determination grew, and she refused to stop until she reached the ground.
Despite her best efforts, luck was not on Rosey's side. With a sudden slip, she let out a piercing scream as she tumbled down the wall and crashed onto the ground with a loud thud.
Rosey lay still for a moment, the shock of the fall numbing her senses. As she tried to stand up, waves of pain erupted through her back and head, causing her to cry out in agony.
It was clear that she would not be able to escape unnoticed, and she could only hope that whoever was pursuing her had not heard the commotion.
Lying in the grassy earth, the scent of the earth surrounding her, Rosey sobbed in pain and frustration.
She struggled to her feet, fearing the Golden man might catch her if she stayed down any longer.
Rosey rose, her body shaking with sobs, and surveyed her surroundings through tear-filled eyes.
In the distance, through the darkness, Rosey spotted a looming black gate that promised freedom, and she summoned all her strength to move forward towards it.
Back in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Mavin's voice broke the stillness in the kitchen. "Wait, Theovin! Did you send for anyone?" he asked.