Chains and Eternity

Chapter 1: Liberty

HI WORLD
Okay so this is the story I'm writing, warnings later on it will possibly get quite disturbing. If you're addicted to torture scenes, read on. If you're okay with sexual assault, read on. If not, feel feel to read on and then I'll put warnings in so you can skip the worst of the violence. Or, just don't read at all.

This is a girlxgirl story (after my own heart) so if your not okay with LGBTQIAP+ then please read on because its pride month baby. (If you're seriously not comfortable with it, you can stop).

I know I use some pretty strange terms and don't explain them. Just comment if you're confused. Average word count per part is 3000 - 3500.
Now, enjoy!

Jamila felt the wind whip at her as she raced from the boundary, legs a flash beneath her. In her peripheral vision, the world flashed by in varying shades of green, the only constant being the slap of her feet against the earth and the voice pounding through her head to keep on running, to put as much distance between her and that cursed place as possible. She felt something rumble within her, her magic a comforting presence as it responded to her urgency, but she knew she couldn't use it - it was the same as sending up a virtual, very bright beacon as to her location.

If she escaped, she could truly be free, for the first time since that  first time. Long before they discovered the true depths to the universe, long before the wicked shield became a wall of glass separating her from the world. Free completely, not "on lease" from her father, or being forced to fight in wars she didn't believe in.

Gods, she'd forgotten what freedom felt like. She'd spent too long as a piece of property, too long without a will of her own. She'd forgotten what the wind felt like, slicing into her as she raced towards hope. Forgot what it felt like to have a destination other than the clifs. She was at least 2 miles out now, near the clearing where they'd be waiting for her. Them – her friends from another life, her wife, her daughter.

She was almost here. Lavender could feel her, like a spark awakening that had been locked away. She could feel her in the way the wind whistled that bit louder, as if even the world was waiting in frantic anticipation to have her returned, anticipating having her power back on earth. Lavender bounced on the balls of her feet. Gods, they'd been in this position so many times before. It has just never worked before. Ever. Wow, what a depressing thought. Well, she'd be here soon. The wait was almost ever. Maybe they'd even gotten it right this time. Lavender glanced to her right, where two soldiers stood, patiently holding wreaths of metal between them, so out of place in the greenery of the clearing. The very sight of the metal made her shudder – not that it could hurt her, but because it could hurt Jamila. That part of the plan she definitely was not on board with, but it was the only way to get this to work, only way to remove the tracking spell... It was a miracle they'd even be able to do that.

She was so close, so close it was physically jarring. The air was abuzz with energy already, no doubt the excess Jamila was chucking off – from nerves or excitement. Lavender had forgotten how much she loved that hum in the air. Suddenly, the tension increased. And then –
She was there. Standing at the edge of the clearing, eyes locked on hers, her beautiful, deep blue locks a corona around her head, supple hands swimming across the air, bright, bright eyes flashing with something that could have ben joy. Lavender stepped forward, once, twice, and then her hands were wrapped around those beautiful shoulders, tucking that lithe body into hers. Just breathing Jamila in.

This was real. All completely real. Gods, it was Lavender's hair mixed with hers, her caramel waves, golden skin... and it was all completely real. She'd forgotten how warm real people were. She could feel her shoulders shaking at the touch, but what did it matter if she was very possibly crying in front of an entire crowd? She was out. She was out. The arms around her weren't trying to hurt her or fuck her (miracle in itself). She'd gotten out. She'd...