Chapter 35: A Different Kind of Magic

For what seemed like hours, Alyssa was laying on her back staring up at the ceiling of the dungeon cell that she and Derek were sharing, while he was pacing around growing in agitation with each passing moment.

“Is there a reason why I seem more concerned about our wellbeing than you?” Derek asked as he paused for a moment looking down at Alyssa, who glanced at him and shrugged her shoulders before returning her gaze to the ceiling. “Wonderful; well, I suppose I might as well join you then, since there is no hope for escape.” Derek said as he threw his arms up and sat down on a nearby wooden bench.

“I never said there wasn’t any hope for escape.” Alyssa said calmly as she continued to look up at the ceiling.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it, judging from your laidback posture.” Derek pointed out. “Besides, without the use of your magic, how would we even get out of this cell?”