Opening her eyes, she awoke with a faint feeling of still feeling drained and sleepy. As she sat up, she wiped her eyes and looked frantically around. Now noticing there were bars and an iron gate in front of her. Sora was starting to see she somehow transported to the inside a cell from the forest. “Did someone carry me here?” Sora started saying to herself as she stood up. Then, grasping the situation she was in, she looked around the cell to see who else was inside there with her.
‘I wonder where Pookie ran off too?’
But, that was when she noticed chained to the floor beside her was her companion Pookie. The bat was tied up with a thick heavy rope around its body that was not allowing it to fly, and around its ankle had it had a chain-ball locked onto it. Looking at Pookie, Sora ran over to it to try and help it, “Oh my goodness, Pookie who did this,” cried Sora as she tried to untie the rope.
Sora began to run her hands around the rope, trying to feel it and felt around Pookie's body, trying to free it from the rope whoever tied it up in. Sora felt it had no end, though, and it was completely smooth all the way around. ‘Is this magic?’
Unable to find an end to it to untie it, Sora began to release Pookie, putting it back down on the ground it was on before, “How am I supposed to free you!” Sora said to Pookie, who was struggling to break free.
Sora could see Pookie was wiggling back and forth on the spot and eventually fell over. Sora watched, upset, wishing she could help as she stood there, unable to help her comrade Pookie. Finally, inhaling the dirty mouldy wet, damp air Sora gagged and said, “Where am I?”
That was when she walked towards the iron bars. She was upset by the recent events, confused; she placed her head on the cold iron bars and closed her eyes. Then she opened her eyes and saw she could put her head through the bars to see who or what was imprisoning them inside of this cell. Sticking her head through to look’ but no one was in sight, Sora sighed.
However, she notices a dark oak table with two small wooden stools tucked into it in the corner of the room she was in and beside it, a flight of spiral staircases that went up. Sora noticed on the table there was also a ring of keys. ‘Those must be for the cell.’
Sora was starting to make a plan in her head to try and escape knowing this was not a good place to be in. But that was when she heard a noise coming from the top of the spiral stairs. Next, the sound of a lock being forced opened was heard, then what followed was the noise of clicking and clacking. Sora knew that was the sound of footsteps on stone as the noise grew louder until appearing now at the bottom of the spiral staircase were two men in golden armour wearing helmets that covered their faces. Sora was confused why they were wearing a full suit of armour all the way down here.
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‘I’m scared. Who are those people?!’
Sora watched as the two tall men in armour came walking down the last few steps and began to walk towards the cells she was in, not saying a word to each other. Sora began to crawl away from the bars backward, trying to distance herself from them. She crawled towards the corner of her cell; with her back against the wall, she stared onward, clearly frightened. That was when the two men approached her cell's iron gates door. The men had a plate of different types of grasses and herbs in their hands. She could not see the men’s faces, for their helmets covered them, but she noticed the men had weapons with them.
Both men had bows over their shoulders with a quiver full of arrows with red feathers. It was located on their hip and besides that a short-sword with a silver hilt, a gold bud, and a guard.
The men looked at the creature she was with and then looked at her, not saying a word. Sora had a frightened look on her face as the men stared at her, hiding their faces and looks behind their helmets. She could feel no emotions coming from them as they placed the dish on the floor and turned away, walking back up the stairs they came down from. ‘What did I ever do to deserve this?’
Sora could feel she was starting to feel nauseous from how hungry she was, not knowing when her last meal would be or if this was her last meal. She crawled back over towards the plate and picked it up. Looking at the food, she picked one of the many different colour leaves and bit into it. ‘Bland and tasteless.’
Each leaf she ate had no taste, no flavour; as she ate in silence, the food she was given, she ate with her head down low. Sora began to cry a little and get angry at the same time, vowing,
“If I find that stupid bitch who put me in here! I am going to kill her!”
Sora began to feel the rage inside her begin to boil as her vision started to go red as her skill ‘Manifest former life's activated.” She pulled up her stat card to try and understand what this skill changed about her. Sora could see her stat card begin to change and read.‘Sora: Race Vampire: Sex: Female: Level: 56.’
Then Sora could feel inside her and her heartbeat once. ‘Lubb-dubb’ Then, out of thin air, a light shot down over Sora. Out of nowhere, like what happened before in the forest, it took her off guard. This time Sora, completely aware of what was happening, was enraged and screamed, “Aghh!”
The light she was in slowly began to turn black as the darkest night as her body began to change.
Emerging from the void, Sora fell to her knees. Sora felt different as she stumbled around. Sora could see now in the dark so clearly as her eyes glowed red. Raising her hands to her face, she noticed she had long fingernails now and could control each nail individually, extending them up and down like little swords. Sora could see she was also wearing a frilly black dress now. She noticed her hair was still teal; however, now she was wearing some bonnet. It almost looked like she was mourning someone from the way she was dressed now. Sora’s skin was also as white as snow. She could see it was completely pale, and when she touched herself, she was as cold as ice. As she exhaled, her breath lingered in the air like it was frost. Pookie looking at Sora, began to rock violently back and forth, and she could see its eyes were wide. Walking over towards it, she brushed its face, “Poor creature, I know what you are now. Where is your master?”