Until We Fall

IX

Shaera had sat there for 3 weeks they hadn't given her food in that time, only the occasional cup of water, she concluded she could possibly survive about two months without it if she kept having a steady intake of liquid. The cuts up her arms had healed, thank whatever god that helped heal wounds. The cell didn't bother Shaera that much anymore, it was only when the green eyes watched her, and his voice taunted her. Now she thought about it his face looked an awful lot like Tamlin's. Why didn't his face trigger her into an emotional meltdown?. They had the same eyes. Though She was a different person in Hybern... she was different before she dove mentally into the cauldron to save Elain.
Elain. Shaera had been thinking about the Archeron sisters a lot. At least she wasn't on Nesta's immediate to kill list. She had calculated she was about second or third on it, maybe fourth. Yeah fourth. The king, Lucien, Tamlin, then herself. Shaera wondered how Elain was after going into the Cauldron. If she too heard voices
The dark-haired woman soon figured out that the voices she heard in the shadows weren't a construction from her imagination. The ex-commander didn't know what they were. They just whispered, screeched and murmured amongst themselves, she could only make out single words but they weren't even in the common tongue...

"Mel"

"Ber"

"Girth"

"Naud" She did not have a single idea what they meant, but if the voices repeated them one more time Shaera was going to rip her hair out. Water dripped from the ceiling, Shaera picked the moss from between the cobblestone, the sound of the cell door opening snapped her from her thoughts

"They haven't fed you" the voice stated, Shaera turned her head and peered into the darkness squinting slightly. Morrigan? 

"They were told to feed you" the woman's voice trailed off. The ex-commander chuckled lightly. At least the high lord wasn't intentionally starving her and her suspicions were confirmed. That fae needs better guards. She cleared her throat 

"Why are you here Morrigan?" her voice still came out hoarse small curls fell sparsely across her eyes, she knew the blonde fae felt uneasy

"I need to ask you something." Shaera waved her hand as a signal to continue, she leant deeper into the wall, knees tucked to her chest 

"How old are you?" The dark-haired woman hummed then frowned.

"526" 

"What happened to you when you were nine years old" 

"I played with daisy chains and rode ponies" Shaera's throat stung as the sarcasm slipped so easily off her tongue 

"You are infuriating." Morrigan continued to stare at her, the dark-haired woman squinted at her and sighed. It depends on the month, she was playing with daisy chains in the early months of spring, yet when the leaves changed colour and the days grew colder, her mother was slaughtered, they chopped Shaera's wings off and for some unknown reason sliced the points off her ears. Thick scars adorned slightly misshaped tips, her hair hid them most of the time. She blinked and refocused on Morrigan. 

"Depends on why you need to know" The blonde fae moved closer and crouched in front of her. Shaera moved her gaze Mor was wearing a long deep mauve gown, a slit ran up her thigh and her chest. The neckline was low. That's all Shaera chose to ponder on the matter. Morrigan was stunning. She refocused 

"Because I do." 

"Yet again, why?" Morrigan just stared at her before she stood from her crouched position

"You're utterly impossible..." 

"Sweetheart I am sleep deprived and starving, sorry I'm not as perky as I was three weeks ago" Shaera mused tiredly