Iced; Memories

Chapter B

The familiar engraving into the wall was familiar to the girl. She had awakened back into her cell. For most dwarves of the mine city, it is where she belongs, along with every witch, and abomination to the Dwarf King. As magic is outlawed, those who benefit from it as well is cast into the living hell.

The elf girl saw the faint figure of someone else sharing the same cell as her on the floor. She moved closer to get a better look, and found it was the man from the ice. He was not cold anymore, as she could tell by touching his shoulder. “Are you awake?” The man moved but only slightly. “Do you understand me?”

“Y…”I struggled, “Y…” she could tell he was trying and let him succeed, “S.” I hissed and it seemed to make a good enough of an answer.

The elf girl continued, “What is your name?” There was little answer from the man laying on the floor. She moved him a bit, “What is your name?” she repeated. He grunted and failed to say anything. “Rest, save your strength.”

She had that feeling again, as she held onto him. That feeling of ultimate destruction, she felt the feeling of chaos throughout the lands, and ultimately the end of all she knew. She had this feeling, and knowing how many will die because of his existence brings about the idea of not allowing his existence to continue.

It would be so easy for her to end a life, and yet her thoughts of just a year past. She had taken a vow to protect life, and never take it. The magic she was taught was to heal the wounded, and sick. Her magic was to be used for good, and not for evil. She was taught the magic of fire for warmth, and light, not for destruction and evil.

I move a little and grunt, but I managed to say, “Me.”

“Me?” She repeats, and shakes her head, “Is that your name?”

I was naked, but not cold as it was quite warm, almost like a sauna. I move to shake my head slowly and hum out the word, “Name.”

“My name is Elena of Ya’amen, what is your name?”

“Me.”

The girl seemed to be somewhat frustrated about the lack of a name this cold and naked man, who has a dark future where death and destruction follows. The bottom part of the door rattled and opened and a single plate of food was pushed into the cell. The door closes with a thud. Her chains rattle as she scrambled towards the food. The plate had a single scoop of a mixture of cooked grains, a porridge but it was cold, and salty.

Elena dipped her finger into the cold porridge and began to eat. There was barely enough food for one, and there were two in the cell. She looked at the still man as she ate most of the single scoop of food. She felt some compassion, and brought over the almost empty plate, she dipped her finger and held it to the mouth of the man. “Here eat.”

To her I’m sure it was difficult for her to see if I didn’t understand or didn’t want the goop. That was until her unsteady hands touched my lips, I easily accepted the bit of food to be entered into my dry mouth. Elena scraped her finger on the inside of my tongue. I was thirsty and she knew it, and hungry but there simply wasn’t much of either.

When the last of the porridge was scraped against my tongue she licked the plate clean. She placed the plate next to the door, that way the guards can reach in and take the plate again and refill it if they felt incline to do so. Her chances of more food was still less than impossible, even when the guards know there’s two people in the same cell.

In hopes that the food would get him to move more, or speak more, or jog his memory to come up with a name. Elena stayed with the man for some time, that was until the small door opened and the guards took the plate, and closing it. She also knew what happens after the plate is taken. The door opens and three of the dwarf guards came into the cell.