Sunlight poured through the mosaic window, creating a rainbow on the marble floor. Elvira had time to reflect on each color trapped in an empty, spacious room. Midnight blue was her favorite color among them.
Where was she? Who could say? The last thing she saw was Wivior's face before they tied her up and put a blindfold on her.
She could still hear, but they mostly talked in code language she couldn't decipher. They then used teleportation magic to take her somewhere. She was sure of that. And once they finally removed her blindfold, she found herself in the same place she was now.
Two moons had passed, but Wivior still hadn't come to see her. A confused teen wizardess brought her sustenance once a day. She confirmed that he was alive and well after Elvira had bugged her with that question for a while.
