It took Araidne bout an hour to finally reach the meadow she had seen, but when she did she would race across it with sheer abandon, twirling around with delight at the freedom of the open.
"I missed this," She sighed happily, stopping to catch her breath.
'I still do,' Dairon chimed in sadly.
"I'm so sorry! I forgot you..." She cried out in shock, feeling guilty at her indulgence.
'It's okay. At least I get to feel it through you,' He quickly reassured her, seeming to feel bad about making her feel guilty for rightly enjoying her freedom.
"Don't worry, you'll get to experience this after I free you!" A smile touched her lips as she declared her intentions, with more confidence than she felt.
'Yes, it will definitely be wonderful.'
Araidne went and sat down, leaning against a towering oak that was at least a hundred years old, it was so large. It may have been a bit uncomfortable but she'd eventually get settled between it's massive roots.
"Well, I'd better get some rest, to deal with the upcoming ordeals," The smile was gone as she sighed, closing her eyes and curling up, "Good night."
'Good night.'
The creaking of the metal door to his cell brought Dairon back to awareness of his surroundings. When he had been conversing with Araidne through the inexplicable connection they shared, he had almost been able to forget that he wasn't where he really was. Luckily, he had some rest and was now confident that help was on the way, so he'd get out sometime soon. However, all resolve and happiness disappeared as he looked up to the footsteps that approached and saw HIM again, with the gently glowing whip in his hand. The hand clutching it was white, while the man had pure malice and rage crowding his dark eyes. Dairon couldn't stop himself from whimpering at the sight. He knew what was going to happen next. This man- no this beast- was going to whip him until he could scream and beg no more. Like everyday since he had been brought here, he straightened himself and glared at the man, that towered over him despite the fact the extra height the manacles that bore him to the wall gave him.
"Why? Why must you do this to me? After killing my parents, why must you go on torturing me, day after day?" He cried out his questions, like he did every day. He didn't expect an answer, since he usually never got one, either that a harsh, 'Shut up!' and blow across the face. It didn't stop him from asking the question though, hoping to get an answer. Though, this would be the day he got it.
"I do this for REVENGE! You, the son of monsters! REVENGE! Your parents caused my darling beloved's death! And you will pay for it!" The man's face had turned a bright red, with pure fury.
"They didn't! The would never kill anybody!" Dairon's resolve would break as he screamed at him.
"Yes, they did!" Now the man's voice would rise to a booming scream, his voice hysterical. His big hand would raise up before striking Dairon a few times before he began to unravel the whip.
"How? And why? Tell me that!" He demanded once his head stopped spinning. He did not believe this man's claims against his mother and father.
"I'll tell you how! They used her for their twisted experiments! They decided to try and telepathically communicate with her... and... and she died from thinking she was insane! She jumped off of a cliff and DIED!!" The man roared, and Dairon could see he was angrier than ever before, and that he meant to hurt him more than usual.
"But why do you torture me?" He would take the short time he had to ask one of the questions that had been bothering him.
"So that they can be tortured, watching you from in Hell!"
"Alright, but if I'm to survive longer, I will need food and a change of clothes, since I'm chained all day with nowhere else to 'go' but in my pants," He spoke, trying a sort of ploy to get away from that day's lashing. Plus it was also true.
"Fine," The man would grit his teeth, "You'll get it. Only to let you surive longer so I can make your parents suffer for longer." He was literally snarling as he spoke before he turned to the open doorway and yelled out, "Egore!" Dairon half expected a little humpbacked man to shuffle in, but instead a little, bright eyed boy appeared.
"Yes Daddy?" Egore inquired.
"Fetch this filth some food," His father spat out the words as if they tasted terrible in his mouth.
"Yes Daddy," As the little boy started to walk from the room, his father stopped him with a touch to the shoulder.
"Also a change of clothes."
"Yes Daddy," And the boy was gone.
"That's my little boy and if you ever even try to touch him with your filthy mind I will make you wish that you had never been born!" Those dark, angry eyes went back to Dairon as he threatened him. Dairon didn't doubt that he could make that possible. A few minutes later, Egore scrambled back into the little room carrying neatly folded clothes with a tray, balancing some water and food. He set them down silently and left the room, leaving Dairon alone once again with his father. The man walked closer, fishing a key out of his pocket and unlocked Dairon's bindings. Dairon fell to the floor in a heap, making a soft sound of pain as blood flooded back through his limbs. From his knees he would look up at the man that overshadowed him. He was too weak to have tried to escape right then, with that giant watching him.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The man asked viciously before turning without an answer and walked out, slamming the heavy metal door behind him. He knew he had gotten out of it, at least for the moment so got changed as fast as he could, and devoured the food from the tray. He hadn't realized how starving was until that first bite. After finishing, he finally had more time to think and with that it allowed his full grief to escape. Curling up in a corner, his shoulders began to wrack violently with the sobs that tore from his throat.
"I missed this," She sighed happily, stopping to catch her breath.
'I still do,' Dairon chimed in sadly.
"I'm so sorry! I forgot you..." She cried out in shock, feeling guilty at her indulgence.
'It's okay. At least I get to feel it through you,' He quickly reassured her, seeming to feel bad about making her feel guilty for rightly enjoying her freedom.
"Don't worry, you'll get to experience this after I free you!" A smile touched her lips as she declared her intentions, with more confidence than she felt.
'Yes, it will definitely be wonderful.'
Araidne went and sat down, leaning against a towering oak that was at least a hundred years old, it was so large. It may have been a bit uncomfortable but she'd eventually get settled between it's massive roots.
"Well, I'd better get some rest, to deal with the upcoming ordeals," The smile was gone as she sighed, closing her eyes and curling up, "Good night."
'Good night.'
The creaking of the metal door to his cell brought Dairon back to awareness of his surroundings. When he had been conversing with Araidne through the inexplicable connection they shared, he had almost been able to forget that he wasn't where he really was. Luckily, he had some rest and was now confident that help was on the way, so he'd get out sometime soon. However, all resolve and happiness disappeared as he looked up to the footsteps that approached and saw HIM again, with the gently glowing whip in his hand. The hand clutching it was white, while the man had pure malice and rage crowding his dark eyes. Dairon couldn't stop himself from whimpering at the sight. He knew what was going to happen next. This man- no this beast- was going to whip him until he could scream and beg no more. Like everyday since he had been brought here, he straightened himself and glared at the man, that towered over him despite the fact the extra height the manacles that bore him to the wall gave him.
"Why? Why must you do this to me? After killing my parents, why must you go on torturing me, day after day?" He cried out his questions, like he did every day. He didn't expect an answer, since he usually never got one, either that a harsh, 'Shut up!' and blow across the face. It didn't stop him from asking the question though, hoping to get an answer. Though, this would be the day he got it.
"I do this for REVENGE! You, the son of monsters! REVENGE! Your parents caused my darling beloved's death! And you will pay for it!" The man's face had turned a bright red, with pure fury.
"They didn't! The would never kill anybody!" Dairon's resolve would break as he screamed at him.
"Yes, they did!" Now the man's voice would rise to a booming scream, his voice hysterical. His big hand would raise up before striking Dairon a few times before he began to unravel the whip.
"How? And why? Tell me that!" He demanded once his head stopped spinning. He did not believe this man's claims against his mother and father.
"I'll tell you how! They used her for their twisted experiments! They decided to try and telepathically communicate with her... and... and she died from thinking she was insane! She jumped off of a cliff and DIED!!" The man roared, and Dairon could see he was angrier than ever before, and that he meant to hurt him more than usual.
"But why do you torture me?" He would take the short time he had to ask one of the questions that had been bothering him.
"So that they can be tortured, watching you from in Hell!"
"Alright, but if I'm to survive longer, I will need food and a change of clothes, since I'm chained all day with nowhere else to 'go' but in my pants," He spoke, trying a sort of ploy to get away from that day's lashing. Plus it was also true.
"Fine," The man would grit his teeth, "You'll get it. Only to let you surive longer so I can make your parents suffer for longer." He was literally snarling as he spoke before he turned to the open doorway and yelled out, "Egore!" Dairon half expected a little humpbacked man to shuffle in, but instead a little, bright eyed boy appeared.
"Yes Daddy?" Egore inquired.
"Fetch this filth some food," His father spat out the words as if they tasted terrible in his mouth.
"Yes Daddy," As the little boy started to walk from the room, his father stopped him with a touch to the shoulder.
"Also a change of clothes."
"Yes Daddy," And the boy was gone.
"That's my little boy and if you ever even try to touch him with your filthy mind I will make you wish that you had never been born!" Those dark, angry eyes went back to Dairon as he threatened him. Dairon didn't doubt that he could make that possible. A few minutes later, Egore scrambled back into the little room carrying neatly folded clothes with a tray, balancing some water and food. He set them down silently and left the room, leaving Dairon alone once again with his father. The man walked closer, fishing a key out of his pocket and unlocked Dairon's bindings. Dairon fell to the floor in a heap, making a soft sound of pain as blood flooded back through his limbs. From his knees he would look up at the man that overshadowed him. He was too weak to have tried to escape right then, with that giant watching him.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The man asked viciously before turning without an answer and walked out, slamming the heavy metal door behind him. He knew he had gotten out of it, at least for the moment so got changed as fast as he could, and devoured the food from the tray. He hadn't realized how starving was until that first bite. After finishing, he finally had more time to think and with that it allowed his full grief to escape. Curling up in a corner, his shoulders began to wrack violently with the sobs that tore from his throat.
