CHAPTER 3: CHILL MISSY

Fate tried to yelp in fright but as always it came out muffled while V took a step back at the unexpectancy of the light. The light quickly spread all over his chest and he lifted off the table slightly before dropping like a sack of potatoes.

"Arrghhh!" He yelled in pain but compared to the pain he had felt earlier, this was pretty mild. One thing was sure, he could talk again.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"A whole lot better, that is for sure. I mean the gaping hole in my chest is gone. Thank you. I did not know you are a mage." 

"Now, you do."

"Well, if you are a mage where is your staff? Mages always have a staff. Unless you're not a certified mage, you just happen to know magic."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I would be able to heal that kind of injury by simply just knowing magic by chance? Also, you don't need a staff, you need a magic stone. It is just in vogue to use a staff to hold the magic stone as it can also be useful as a weapon." 

Fate stared at her from head to toe, "Where is your magic stone?"

V brought her hand to her forehead in an exasperated gesture and for the first time since she appeared in his room, he saw the jewelry embedded in the back of her palm.

Fate's eyes widened, the gem was twinkling and he wondered how he had missed all that but he could guess. It was not every day a girl appears in his cell and heals him. "Doesn't that hurt?" He asked, cringing a little. It was pretty to look at but he knew he didn't want any kind of jewelry embedded in his skin or anything for that matter.

She shrugged, "It hurt the first time but not anymore." 

"Okay, wait, what are all those weapons for? You're a mage."

She gave him a look of disgust. "What are you talking about?" 

"Mages use magic, you have freaking bow and arrows, and two swords. What are you going to do? Use magic to toss it at your opponent?" He giggled as he spoke, the idea seemed really funny to him.

"Don't be stupid. I fight with the weapons." She did not look amused.

"Really?" He laughed again. "I've never heard of any mage that uses swords. Sounds fishy."

"I am a warrior mage."

"What?"

"A mage that also uses weapons to fight."

"I've never heard of any warrior mage."

"You're welcome. You get the privilege to be rescued by one."

"Are we going to teleport away the same way you appeared?" He asked, raising a brow because if they were, he wondered why they have not done that yet.

"No, I am busting you out the old fashion way."

He scoffed, "About that. I don't see that happening."

She frowned and glared at him, "Why?"

"What do you mean why? You are in the inescapable dungeons of Euthania. The only reason I haven't told you to hop back the way you came is that I do need the company."

"I know where this is and I am here to rescue you."

"You and what army?" He asked.

"I will rescue you alone."

He scoffed, "Yeah, you will. Unlike you, I won't die when they try to punish me but I am not sure you would get an easy sentence when you're caught. You seem like a nice lady and I don't want to put in any trouble."

As much as he would like to be rescued, he knew there was no way she could do it all by herself. He has been stuck here for four years and he was sure it was no secret. A lot of people have infiltrated to try to get their hands on him but they haven't so much as made it to his cell, all he ever heard about them were stories.

She glared at him. "Shut up. Unless you enjoy the dungeon, I would advise you to shut your mouth and keep your thoughts to yourself."

"Chill Missy. I am just trying to help out…"

The words were barely out of his mouth when she appeared by his head side with a small knife to his neck. He had not even seen her pull it out, let alone know where she had been hiding.

"Don't you ever speak to me in that manner!"

Fate sighed, "You know you can't kill me right?" He was unfazed and he kept his expression bland.

"Yeah but I can hurt you." She returned with the knife still held to his skin. It was close enough that it gave him a little cut.

"Oh no, I've never been in pain before." He mocked. "I don't think there is any amount of pain you could put me in that hasn't been done already." He turned his face to her and something passed across her face as she caught his expression. Her grip on the knife loosened but she didn't let go.

"Fine," he sighed. "You want to rescue me, I also want to be rescued. You don't have to use brunt force, only an idiot would want to remain here. I am willing to work with you to get out of here but it doesn't mean I completely trust that you can get me out of here, however, I promise not to make any trouble. Is that fine with you?"

"Yeah," she murmured.

"Now, can you take the knife away from my throat? I promise not to call you Missy again. As much as I am used to pain, I would rather avoid it."

"Apologize."

"What?" 

"You heard me."

Fate shook the chains in exasperation. "Didn't you just hear the long speech I gave?"

V glared at him. "Yeah, I did but just because it's long doesn't mean it is an apology."

"Fine, I am sorry." He quickly rushed out not because he was truly sorry but rather because she was pretty close and it had been easy to ignore at first but he could not remember the last time he smelt something so nice.

"Hmph," she scoffed and stood to her feet. "Is it possible for me to lay low with you until nightfall?"