Castle of Claydon in a Blaze - Story Part 1

Zella here. I'm pretty sure no one reads my storys (cry cry) but yeah, I'm doing this anyway.

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The blackness was like a living thing, torturing me, suffocating me till the point that I was huddled together with the sharp rocked wall digging into my already aching and scared back. All the while it taunted me, whispering in many different voice, some cruel, some cold, some overly nice, and some the voice of the Devil, a voice I wished I could forget. They all said the same thing;
"Murderer."
It was a word that was now my tittle, that among many others. Of course everyone in the dungeon was a murderer, by accident or not. It didn't matter, everyone who occupied a cell down here, who shivered in the cold, who screamed at the torturing darkness, and who- taunted by there deeds or not- shared the same fate; death by the noose.
It was the law, here in Claydon. After Lord Westley defeated and won over Claydon from King Axle- who let me tell you, had a major temper about the hole thing- who was now dead, it was law that any murderer would die for there sins. Murder was not excepted in the new world any more than disorder. was.
Around 9 years ago, Lord Westley took over Claydon from the decrepit and sorry state it had been in with King Axle. The first thing Lord Westley did was ban all Magicians and force them back South, to Blair. If they stayed in Claydon they were killed by one man, Zade. Next thing he did was give people uniforms and jobs. Making the most important people General's of his 9 Provinces, identified by colored uniforms and how many stars they had or where they were.
Lord Westley's laws became something known as the Code. A system of rules that the leaders of new Claydon made up together, and there was A LOT of rules in the Code. Some people thought that Lord Westley had OCD.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my thoughts focused on Lord Westley so they didn't go to my nightmares. But I thought about Claydon so often that I failed to not remember my past. Memories flooded into my mine, horrible memories from my childhood, of HIM. And along with it came a bone seizing fear that shook me violently and I had to bite into my right forefinger to stop my screams of anguish.

***********Memory*************
Cooper was staring at me from behind his father's shoulder, snickering really. But General Arrow either didn't care, or he was to busy watching and staring at me. The latter one seemed more appropriate because his eyes never one left me.
"Again." Arrow instructed Coal, one of Arrow's trusted advisers who had been doing Arrow's dirty work since before I could remember. In fact he was the one who had brought me to Arrow and often called me his child. I hated him. Hatted him more than I hated Arrow and Cooper. More than I hatted anyone.
Suddenly the whip cracked to life again and I jumped away from it, despite my muscles protest. Then, like I had been doing for the past three hours, I jumped around. According the whips cruel sting while my hands were bound to a post in the middle of the room.
I managed to dodge it pretty well, since Coal was getting weaker in his old age of 45. It seemed like Cooper noticed too. "Father, allow me to take Coal's position for him. For at least a while." Cooper said in a voice that supplied my nightmares even now that he was dead.
Arrow looked at his son approvingly. "You may." The whipping stopped for a while and I bent over, taking deep breaths. But then before I could even do that, the whip was alive again, fast and harder than even before, now that it was in the hands of the Devil. And the Devil had no mercy for the week, for anyone.

**********Memory ends********** HA HA HA HA HA HA- evil Cooper....

I was pulled back from my horrible dreams as the sound of metal clanking together and the sound of the locks being opened echoed into the room. I shook my head, trying to push away the sudden pain in my body from the memory of the whips. But the metal and physical pain was lost in my mind. Why were they opening the cell? It was to early to take me out for the meals us Dungeon Rats always had together. So...
It was my time.
My heart swelled in my chest as the door opened and a sliver of gentle orange light leaped into the cell. But that gentle light betrayed my sensitive eyes and I looked away, wincing. But it was growing, the light. Growing from a small sliver to a large portion that filled the room with light. The light showed dirty rocky walls, dirty straw covered in blood, and unnameable piles of much here and there.
And then it showed me. What a sight I must be! Cowering on the far wall while nothing but blood and dirty covered me and my small prisoners dress. The smell of my cell smelled like vomit, urine, and blood. And from what I could see I was all brown and red with a scrawny body and small curves here and there. I must look like a bloody animal-
Yank!
The tight metal right hat covered my neck was being pulled by a chain a guard held. I scrambled up to my feet, fighting the fatigue of my body as I walked over to the open door. I thought about acting tough and all, giving him a mean eye like Mai, or cursing at him like Troy did. But the truth was, that I wasn't like that. Even if i had the energy. I was just Blaze, who wouldn't fight back for her life even thought she knew how to kill the man by barley moving, like Gen had taught her.
Two male guards looked me over, smiles on there faces. "Damn she's hot, for a Dungeon Rat covered in blood I mean. Maybe if we brought her to the baths we could have some fun before she dies." The bearded guard said to the other who was shackling my wrists and ankles together.
"No. You know what the rules are. I can't get another slap on the wrists, my wrists are all used up. nexty thing I knew I'll e down here for a few days because of her." He said, standing up.
I was unconcerned with them. A lot of guards and men in general like to talk to me like this, but none touched me. Thank God. Cooper had been enough. I shivered, feeling Cooper's invisible hands on me for a second. Just a memory. "A shame." Bearded Perverted Guard said, tugging me along behind him with my chained color like a useless dog. No, like a rat. And I could hardly walk wit the chain keeping me from spreading my feet far and the fatigue of being a Dungeon Rat kept me low on energy. I really was useless.
I gritted my teeth as he dragged me along, my feet walking through dirty straw and more piles of muck as I walked the corridors of the dungeon. When we got the newer cells, the one's with windows, I started to hear the Dungeon Rat's crys. At first they were just crys, maddening animal sounds that frightened me a little, then there were words, curses. I heard Troy a few times, louder and more creative than the others.
The Dungeon Rats were screaming out.
"What your taking Blaze!" It was Mai.
Soon more people stopped crying out and looked out there cell at me. "How could you!"
"I want to die with Blaze!"
"No. Not Blaze!"
"Blaze!"
"Blaze!"
"Blaze!"
Soon everyone stopped crying and in a chorus they yelled my name in anguish. It was something that people did when someone very close to them died, and I was shocked to hear that everyone was yelling out my name, grieving for me early.
Pervy guard ignored the others while the other just yelled out at all my friends, but that made them yell louder.
"Blaze!"
"Blaze!
"Blaze!"