katalynn
Playing with demons
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- Apr 12, 2003
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It was just a wrong turn after all. She'd been good for years, her childhood compulsions left behind, now this wrong turn had undone her.
They had sent Synthrina to the lower levels, to find the baker and give him the little sack of nutmegs, and she had, and when she had, she collected the sovereign and was on her way back, she turned left too early, and in the unfamiliar stone passages, she stumbled into the cell, well, it looked like a cell, with a curious low bed and some bits and bobs to make it homely.
On a stool next to the bed was the thing, a black ring, set with a green stone that glowed even in the dim light down here. Curiosity got the better of her, she picked it up. Synthrina just couldn't help herself, it was calling to her. It was too big to be a bracelet, it was hinged and open. She placed it tentatively around her throat and almost by itself, it snapped shut and seemed to shrink to fit her slender neck.
It felt warm where it touched her skin and she tugged at it to open it, but as she fought with it, she could discern no clasp or catch with which to even pry it open. Synthrina panicked and soon took off running, stumbling up the stairs, knocking folk aside, until she was out of the castle and amongst the crowded peasants in the market square. One of them looked at her new accessory, and she ran again, through the gloomy narrow streets, past the animal pens, past the battlements and out into the open country, in the shadow of the wall.
She sat on a fallen log and bent her head forward, trying to get the bloody thing off, tears of frustration and fear welling in her eyes. "Damn damn damn" she shrieked, and then did cry. Tried again to pry off the necklace, it would be to obvious that it didn't belong to her, she was already marked as a thief, this would just prove she fell back into her old ways again. Synthrina needed to get this thing off.
They had sent Synthrina to the lower levels, to find the baker and give him the little sack of nutmegs, and she had, and when she had, she collected the sovereign and was on her way back, she turned left too early, and in the unfamiliar stone passages, she stumbled into the cell, well, it looked like a cell, with a curious low bed and some bits and bobs to make it homely.
On a stool next to the bed was the thing, a black ring, set with a green stone that glowed even in the dim light down here. Curiosity got the better of her, she picked it up. Synthrina just couldn't help herself, it was calling to her. It was too big to be a bracelet, it was hinged and open. She placed it tentatively around her throat and almost by itself, it snapped shut and seemed to shrink to fit her slender neck.
It felt warm where it touched her skin and she tugged at it to open it, but as she fought with it, she could discern no clasp or catch with which to even pry it open. Synthrina panicked and soon took off running, stumbling up the stairs, knocking folk aside, until she was out of the castle and amongst the crowded peasants in the market square. One of them looked at her new accessory, and she ran again, through the gloomy narrow streets, past the animal pens, past the battlements and out into the open country, in the shadow of the wall.
She sat on a fallen log and bent her head forward, trying to get the bloody thing off, tears of frustration and fear welling in her eyes. "Damn damn damn" she shrieked, and then did cry. Tried again to pry off the necklace, it would be to obvious that it didn't belong to her, she was already marked as a thief, this would just prove she fell back into her old ways again. Synthrina needed to get this thing off.