The cell she was in, was only 6 feet by 4 feet at most. the cold stone walls were thick and damp the far beneath the ground. It was day 6 of her interment here, waiting for release, waiting to discover who kept her and why. She tried to keep moving in the small cell, counting out the steps repeatedly but still the time dragged. it was only the once a day meal of watered down juice and stale bread that told her of the days passing
The healer was careful to keep the dark cell picked up. using the small hole in the corner for what is was intended. She pushed the damp old hay that made her bed in pile to one side so as not to step on it and further trample it. What she didn't know was that she was deep in the caves near Luskan. She licked her dry lips feeling the weakness of not eating these passed days wash thru her. Had she seen herself, she would understand why. She was filthy from the muck and mildew of the cell. her hair was matted and her face smudged. Her lavender blue eyes looked weary. her clothing in ruin. She sat again on the straw dozing to pass the time
Her name was Gemriana Sherbrooke and unknown to ehr she was kept her because of her healing skills they could be used here and not for the attacking army. She dozed off and on for the next hour, sounds of rats scurrying in the darkness outside her door, waking her intermittently. She raised the hem of her simple dress, once blue now brown and stained, and wiped her face with it. She stood, her hand slipping out in the darkness to the stone wall she knew was there, using it to steady herself from the dizziness that swept over her. She needed to get out of here before she was too weak to try. There was no window in her room, the slit in the outer wall having been filled in with mortar and stone years ago. She moved again to the small hole in the floor. there was remnants of an iron grate over it. She grabbed the grate and tried pulling it with all her strength again, repeating what she had been doing off an on for 6 days now.....
Gem grimaced knowing what the hole was really for and ran her finger along where the iron gate met the stone. She worked for a while, picking at the old crumbled stone, and grabbing at the grate pulling. At last she felt what she hoped for, there was movement in the grate. She worked harder, concentrating even more as she kept working at it...again she pulled and with a sudden movement, the rotten mortar released the grate. She fell back wards at the sudden movement, hitting her head again the wall "ow" she said as she thumped. Despite the stink, she moved closer to the hole and leaned in listening for what she suspected was below...a cistern and tunnels of slimy water deep below
Gem bit her lower lip and slid her legs into the hole, lowering herself as much as she could until she could no longer hold on. Death by cistern was surely a better option then death by starvation. With that she let go and slid down the excrement and slimy mold covered hole, sliding down the tunnel until it opened onto a giant pool of foulness below. She went head under then when she came up, retched several times. She tried to catch her breath and retched again, not that there was anything in her stomach to vomit. As she hoped, here was a slight current, ever so slight that lead south, though she didn?t realize it...she began to follow the current, hoping that it lead to freedom
Gem, as she swam in the cesspool, from time to time, she would grab the slimy stone wall to rest then continue retching again and again.. The foul river seemed to become more and more water filled, less and less excrement. Finally she found the end, the place where the sewage drained into a shallow river...There was one major problem. bars covered the stone exit to freedom......
She leaned her head against the bars as her hands gripped them, tears of frustration fall down her dirty face ...all this way to be stopped by bars again. "DAMN IT" she shouted out loud, knowing she was likely the only one that could hear it....sobbing she stood there, hearing the sounds the battle beyond..