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How many days had it been since she was first brought here? Keeping time was impossible when she had seen nothing but blackness for what felt like weeks. Amaryllis shifted to her other side, the tug of her leg restraint a subtle reminder that she was still a hostage. Her stomach was growling, would they ever let her eat? Was the plan to leave her here to starve to death? She had no way of knowing and no one to ask. In all the time she had been here, she had not heard another living soul save for the scratching of rats. Being a Fae, she did not suffer the need to eat as frequently as a creature like a human would, but that was only when she was in her smaller form. Amaryllis had been shopping in a human market when she had been abducted and remained in her transformed state. This lent even more to the confusion of the passage of time. Usually, the change lasted only an hour, but by her estimation, she had been here at least four days. Was there an enchantment keeping her in this form? If so, what beings were powerful enough to not only catch a member of the Fae off guard but also force them to remain changed so long?Amaryllis fiddled with the shackles on her hands. Iron, she thought, these must be iron. She had always been very careful not to come into contact with the metal, knowing well the stories of the elders. Still, she had never heard anyone mention that iron could keep members of the Fae locked in their human forms. A distant sound drew her attention away from the chains. Had that been a door? She held her breath and strained to see if she could hear the noise again. This time she recognized the sound of footsteps approaching. A rush of joy mixed with fear jolted through her. Another person could either mean help or harm at this point.The footsteps were closer now, the metallic jangle of keys as they turned in the lock echoed throughout the room. They were here for her. A cool breeze swelled through the stagnant room as the unknown presence entered her holding quarters. Amaryllis broke out in a cold sweat. The presence had an earthy smell to them, she thought she recognized the herb. In this form, her senses were not as keen. She felt them over her body now, their closeness deepening her dread. The cloth covering her eyes was suddenly ripped away, Amaryllis blinked rapidly desperate to see where she had been held all this time. The figure before her was indistinguishable, dressed in long black robes that covered their form. She looked around to see bonus veren siteler what her prison looked like. To her shock, she discovered she was being held in the cellar of what appeared to be someone’s home. The figure lowered to the floor and two black-gloved hands began to unlock her chains. Her hands were released first, then her feet, however, she noticed that one of the shackles remained. Whoever they were, they intended to keep her subdued with the iron anklet. “Can you stand?” a woman’s voice asked from beneath the hood. Amaryllis nodded and staggered to her feet with great effort. She stood before her captor, swaying slightly. She swore to herself that the moment she had an opening, she would run. Heaven help this soul if she escaped with her life. She fully intended to bring the fury of the Fae upon them. The hooded figure took her roughly by the arm, “Come,” was the only word she uttered. Amaryllis struggled to keep time with the black figure’s stride. Wherever they were going, it was certainly in a hurry. They were making their way down a long corridor to a rackety series of stairs. At the very top, light shined through the cracks of a heavy metal door. More iron, she thought. Whoever had orchestrated this kidnapping knew that they were after one of the Fae. Why else would such a door be in an old house like this? How long had they been watching her for? How did they know who she was? She stumbled as her weak legs strained under the effort of climbing the stairs. The hooded figure yanked her back just to hiss “Keep up.” The hand on her wrist tightened as the shrouded woman used the full weight of her body to open the heavy door. Amaryllis squeezed her eyes in pain. She had been without light for so long that even the glow from candlelight was harsh to bear. The captor yanked her arm, “Move.” Amaryllis began her steady march again, opening her eyes a sliver to take in her surroundings. They were quickly moving down the short hallway of a house. Dark wood paneling lined the walls from the tall ceiling to the polished wood floor. Hung throughout were generational photos of strangers whose eyes seemed to follow her as she was hurried past them. The passage opened into a room that would typically be used as a formal dining area. The figure halted her relentless trudge as soon as they entered the room. Amaryllis took the small break as an opportunity to surveil the house more thoroughly. The space was large, much larger than bedava bahis she would have expected a home of this age to have. In each of the four corners pillar candles of various sizes burned as the only source of light to be found. In the center of the room, a pile of rugs and pillows lay arranged inside a circle drawn on the floor. Runes Amaryllis was unfamiliar with were scrawled in each of the four directions. The realization cut her like a knife — it was a ritual circle. Witches, the word tore through her frantic brain. She was standing, as a captive, in a coven’s den. The very thought caused her stomach to churn. While many human fairytales warned children of the Fae, the stories told to her as a child called for more than caution. “Bring her forward,” a new voice demanded from the shadows. Three other figures stepped into the light, all covered in the same black garments.Amaryllis was abruptly shoved forward. She stumbled, her frail legs still not steady enough to hold her. She looked on in horror as she realized she was falling directly into the witch’s circle. The moment she crossed over her body shot rigidly straight. Trapped, she thought, her throat tightening with fear. Amaryllis fought to hold back the tears threatening to fall. As a member of the Fae, she knew all too well just how powerful a magick circle was. She’d seen more than one Fairy circle used to trick an unsuspecting human.She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. If this was how her long life ended, she would be damned before she gave her murderers the pleasure of seeing her cower. Her sapphire eyes leveled on the trio before her, and brushed her long platinum hair from her face. She would not make this easy for them, she would show her defiance every step of the way. Her courage rose until, finally, she spoke, “What witch dare lay her hand on the Crown Princess of the Fae?” Laughter erupted from the hooded figures as the fourth joined her co-conspirators. In unison, the coven removed their hoods. The woman Amaryllis took as their High Priestess stepped forward. Her hair was a wild, crimson mane. Her deep-set hazel eyes bore straight into her prey’s. “Do you really think anyone here would be stupid enough to give their name to a fairy?”Amaryllis glanced over the other three women. Her previous escort wore her black hair long and sleek, and her sharp nose took up a good portion of her long face. To the right stood a small freckled woman with hair that deneme bonus resembled summertime hay. Beside her stood the plainest of the four, with her round glasses and mousy brown hair. Amaryllis fixed a smug smile on her lips, “I would never mistake someone who would abduct a Fae to be intelligent enough to know how to keep one.” The High Priestess again barked a humorless laugh. “And yet, here you are Princess. Caught in our circle.” Amaryllis grit her teeth so tightly she thought they would crumble. “And just what need does a witch have for a Fae in her circle?”The High Priestess approached the circle, careful not to step into it. “You really want to know?” she asked, mockingly. She folded her hands in front of her. “What is the one thing those in power always want?” She paused with her head tilted to the side, apparently expecting an answer. Amaryllis stood silent, she did not want to play the witch’s games. The Priestess pursed her lips in condescension. “Don’t know?” she asked as though she were speaking to a child. “It’s really an easy answer.” She pulled a silver knife from her sleeve. “The one thing that the powerful always want…is more power.” Amaryllis did her best to not stare at the weapon glittering in the candlelight.“Are you worried about this?” she asked with false innocence. “Don’t worry.” she deftly flipped the knife, “It’s not for you. Bring him.”The mousey and straw-haired witches disappeared into the darkness. The long-nosed witch came forward then, a silver chalice in her hands. Scuffing could be heard coming closer and closer until, finally, the dull duo from before re-emerged, but this time they were not alone. The young man stood bathed in the soft glow of candles. His broad, naked chest was covered in the same markings that were binding Amaryllis to the circle. He swayed, his bare feet partially covered by the black track pants he wore. His long hair was tousled and hung in his face. He was beautiful, a statue come to life. Amaryllis did not have long to study the new guest before he was hurled into the same circle as she. Just as her body had, the man’s body jolted straight the moment both feet landed inside. The despicable foursome gathered on the edge of the circle facing their two prisoners. The High Priestess now held the chalice, a dark red liquid swished around inside. She locked her eyes with Amaryllis, “Tandy, – you go first.” The long-nosed witch stepped forward, stretching her hand out above the waiting goblet. Without hesitation, the High Priestess sliced her sister’s palm open. Fresh blood rushed to the surface. Tandy neither winced nor whimpered, rather, she dutifully closed her fist and let the blood steadily drop into the cup. One by one, each of the coven did the same.
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