Everything that happened next was a blur…. From the guards hauling me down to where Megiculus was to his rage coming down upon me. I was currently lying on my bed, covered in bruises that were slowly healing while some would leave scars, and couldn’t wait to get out of this hellhole. I couldn’t help but be taken back to those dreadful memories which I am desperately trying to forget. The time when I was captured by the Phantom Trails. The beatings I used to get whenever I would try to escape, I still had the scars on my back to prove it. The pain my body was feeling right now is the same as those days. Thinking of those awful memories got me sobbing and eventually drifting to an uncomfortable sleep.
There was no dinner for me that day, instead, they let me rot in my room living off the water. Next week, the escape was going to happen the next week and the most tricky part was to acquire the Grimoire because after that anything would be possible with the spells.
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