Chapter 45: Victory shortlived

I failed.

I couldn't kill him.

I got myself killed instead.

So much for being the chosen.

My head is not throbbing, everything seems at peace. Who am I kidding? If I open my eyes now, I will be alive, not dead like a part of me wished I was. There's no reason to pretend it won't happen again, but if I open my eyes now... I'm still here. And that means he lives, too, Starkev lives and my being alive puts me at his mercy and I hate it.

My eyes flutter open and I groan at the pain that hits my abdomen when I tried to move. he had stabbed me with the rain dagger. The rain dagger that does not only maim a warrior, but allows control of one's willpower.

Where I am is not obvious, although I am quite sure this is not astrid. Either ways I am in a cell of some sort. The light is dim, but I can see the faint outline of some shelves along the walls, and the bars on my right are made of steel.

The ceiling above me is made from wood, and the walls seem sturdy, even though