The damp stones of the ceiling didn't look very interesting. Sighing, the young mage tried hard not to think in her feet, but the rattling of the shackles, the damp ambience in the cell and the moans of her fellow prisoners made it seem like a lost battle. In this place so full of sadness and sorrow, she would meet her end. Liliwen, the Sparrow. Proud daughter of the Serpentines. She eyed the remains of her food, as a little rodent had scurried to pillage what was left of the meal.

Was that some kind of analogy of the state of the country? A little rat, growing fat in the spoils of a person sentenced to death. She couldn't know. Politics was a world for more savvy and elderly people. All she cared was about the weeps and screams. Many people had shut their hearts and couldn't feel the pulse of the land anymore. But she could. And it was an horrible wail, like that of a deathly wounded animal. Her stomach turned as she eyed at her pitiful rags. She had not taken a wash in a while, and there was little to relief her needs inside the cell. Besides, they had poisoned her with the water so she couldn't use her magic.

"Why." She said rethorically, finally caving in to the dread. "Why cannot any of you hear her screams?" She blurted out in a loud voice as her hands grasped her head. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She too, had tried to become numb. But it was impossible. She eyed her surroundings, noticing a new unimposing female mage doing the runs. She probably had heard that.

"My apologies." She said. "My mental state is not the best." She added in a quiet voice. No, the woman probably didn't have any fault in all of this. Her family had always been targeted. Only one person was to blame. That boy, who betrayed the one who he said he had loved, all to fall in favour with the current Lords of the City. The traitor.

She wondered... would have been on that side of the cells, had their roles been reversed?
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