eyes!
10 Brothers were here but none have I.
They met the worms that slurped them dry!
The strange song ended with roaring laughter and raucous movement and chaos. It sounded like there was a swarm of people on the floor above her, having a party and a good old time. The crashing of pots and glass cups reminded Willow of noises typically found in a bar. Wait. Where they in a—?
“Pub,” Cha se’s scratchy voice finally uttered the word.
“A pub?” Willow a sked thoughtfully. What were they doing in the basement of a pub chained to torture devices? And why would torture devices be in the basement of a pub? Nothing made any sense! “Wait. Where’s Elirana?” Willow completely forgot about the Elf as she searched the small room frantically with her eyes. There was no sign of her! Did they kill her? Did they eat her? Where is she?
“Heal…puh…lease,” Chase moaned again.
Heal? Oh! Heal! Willow nearly forgot about her powers since she was so concerned about figuring out where they were and what happened to them after the trolls attacked. Thankful that she was within touching distance of both boys, she spread out her arms and managed to take hold of their wrists. She clasped her hands around them and called upon her healing magic to transfer to them. Her hands lit with a yellow glow as it seeped into their skin trying to heal as fast as she could.
Declan sigh ed in relief beside her. Willow concentrated harder on her magic, urging his skin to close, especially in areas near his head. Declan was precious cargo, so mostly all of her magic was aimed at healing him. Still, Chase received some help as well. Willow saw that Declan was gaining strength and gradually recuperated. His eyes fluttered briefly and were slowly opening as he was coming back to coherency.
“Baby,” Declan said hoarsely, his pretty hazel eyes met hers, striking her with emotions she was trying to keep suppressed. Willow nearly swooned at him from that endearment, but she remembered they weren’t a couple anymore-even though it was all because of her. She changed the subject quickly, because thinking about their relationship at a time like this well…it just wasn’t a good time.
“ We’re trapped, Dec,” Willow said quietly, continuing to concentrate on keeping his body stable. She could feel her strength already waning as it took a lot of effort for continual healing. Normally, she felt only slightly drained after healing someone, but this was way different. If she faltered, if she stopped focusing her magic into him, the spikes would pierce his skin and he would slowly bleed out, no doubt the purpose of this strange torture device. She had to double her concentration just to keep it together. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. The longer she healed, the harder it was to talk.
Declan seemed to understand this as he scanned over her with his eyes. “ I’m okay, Willow. It’ll be okay. You’re doing great.” Willow only nodded. Declan looked like a hot mess covered in blood, but it just fueled her determination more to stop the bleeding. “Got any bright ideas, Wolf?” he addressed Chase.
“Hmm, let’s see, we’re in iron chains pressed up against a million sharp needles with no strength to even move an inch. I’d say that’s a big fat HELL NO!”
“Not…helping,” Willow ground out.
“I hear someone coming,” Chase gasped.
“IN HERE,” a booming voice announced and Willow flinched. They had no time to escape! The door opened and immediate light filled the room. Then an actual light was switched on and the room was completely illuminated. Willow saw that not only were there torture devices hanging from the ceiling, but plain wooden boxes that resembled coffins lined the walls, all of varying heights and widths. In the middle of the room was a strange metal table with chains and manacles. Blood stains covered the floor and the weapons. Apparently, the idea of sterilization assailed whoever worked down here.
10 Brothers were here but none have I.
They met the worms that slurped them dry!
The strange song ended with roaring laughter and raucous movement and chaos. It sounded like there was a swarm of people on the floor above her, having a party and a good old time. The crashing of pots and glass cups reminded Willow of noises typically found in a bar. Wait. Where they in a—?
“Pub,” Cha se’s scratchy voice finally uttered the word.
“A pub?” Willow a sked thoughtfully. What were they doing in the basement of a pub chained to torture devices? And why would torture devices be in the basement of a pub? Nothing made any sense! “Wait. Where’s Elirana?” Willow completely forgot about the Elf as she searched the small room frantically with her eyes. There was no sign of her! Did they kill her? Did they eat her? Where is she?
“Heal…puh…lease,” Chase moaned again.
Heal? Oh! Heal! Willow nearly forgot about her powers since she was so concerned about figuring out where they were and what happened to them after the trolls attacked. Thankful that she was within touching distance of both boys, she spread out her arms and managed to take hold of their wrists. She clasped her hands around them and called upon her healing magic to transfer to them. Her hands lit with a yellow glow as it seeped into their skin trying to heal as fast as she could.
Declan sigh ed in relief beside her. Willow concentrated harder on her magic, urging his skin to close, especially in areas near his head. Declan was precious cargo, so mostly all of her magic was aimed at healing him. Still, Chase received some help as well. Willow saw that Declan was gaining strength and gradually recuperated. His eyes fluttered briefly and were slowly opening as he was coming back to coherency.
“Baby,” Declan said hoarsely, his pretty hazel eyes met hers, striking her with emotions she was trying to keep suppressed. Willow nearly swooned at him from that endearment, but she remembered they weren’t a couple anymore-even though it was all because of her. She changed the subject quickly, because thinking about their relationship at a time like this well…it just wasn’t a good time.
“ We’re trapped, Dec,” Willow said quietly, continuing to concentrate on keeping his body stable. She could feel her strength already waning as it took a lot of effort for continual healing. Normally, she felt only slightly drained after healing someone, but this was way different. If she faltered, if she stopped focusing her magic into him, the spikes would pierce his skin and he would slowly bleed out, no doubt the purpose of this strange torture device. She had to double her concentration just to keep it together. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. The longer she healed, the harder it was to talk.
Declan seemed to understand this as he scanned over her with his eyes. “ I’m okay, Willow. It’ll be okay. You’re doing great.” Willow only nodded. Declan looked like a hot mess covered in blood, but it just fueled her determination more to stop the bleeding. “Got any bright ideas, Wolf?” he addressed Chase.
“Hmm, let’s see, we’re in iron chains pressed up against a million sharp needles with no strength to even move an inch. I’d say that’s a big fat HELL NO!”
“Not…helping,” Willow ground out.
“I hear someone coming,” Chase gasped.
“IN HERE,” a booming voice announced and Willow flinched. They had no time to escape! The door opened and immediate light filled the room. Then an actual light was switched on and the room was completely illuminated. Willow saw that not only were there torture devices hanging from the ceiling, but plain wooden boxes that resembled coffins lined the walls, all of varying heights and widths. In the middle of the room was a strange metal table with chains and manacles. Blood stains covered the floor and the weapons. Apparently, the idea of sterilization assailed whoever worked down here.
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