One Last Try

Treasca sat in the large underground hot spring. She floated hand spread out to her sides hair floating around her. She starred up at the ceiling mind twisting with thoughts. She wanted to unhear what Thalon had said. She wanted to just wakeup, and all of this just be a terrible nightmare. Did she really have no choice, but to give herself to that creature or be stolen away yet again by another. She had wanted to be angry at Delyn, but she couldn't it really was an honest mistake. Dragons it seemed overheard everything. Would her people figure out that she had been stolen, and come to save her? If they did how many would die? She stood the water lapping at her chest. It was very soothing, but her mind just wouldn't relax. She could try to run one more time. If she stole that Mirror maybe he wouldn't be able to find her as easily. Mind made up she dressed quickly. She had seen him fly off somewhere this maybe one of her only chances. She ran down the hall peering around corners no one was insight. She managed to find Brenton's office once more, and hurried over to the water. It really wasn't that big, but it was pretty heavy full of water. She dumped it water splashing along the floor soaking several books, and scrolls. Once empty it was far more manageable. Treasca placed it under arm, and snuck out of the door. She made it back to her room, and placed the basin under her bed. She locked her door, and ran for the closet trying to make as little noise as possible. Once inside she sorted through the clothes until she found pants like the ones she had worn when she first arrived, and a brown silk wrap that went over it. A cloak sat in the back fur lined, and warm looking she put that on as well. She then made a pack out of one of the gowns ripping it's long skirt. Soft boots that would be comfortable for walking, but make little noise where her final item she put on. Once back in her room she placed the basin into the make shift pack, and headed for the stairs. There where several fruit trees in her garden all with perfectly ripe fruit. She picked as much as she could carry, and then started walking to the very end near the dome. It would take her hours, but Delyn may just assume she had gone to bed. It had been a very trying day after all. Her heart was in her throat. If she tried this last attempt, and failed there was no telling what Brenton would do to her.

Once Treasca finally reached the glass dome she picked up a rock, and threw it with all her might at the glass. It turned into a spiderweb of cracks, but then suddenly fixed itself. She frowned looking around for something else she could use, nothing stood out to her. She wondered if she could simply use magic to make the pane of glass disappear. It had been Brenton's magic that made it. Would he know she had removed it? She sat on her heels hand outstretched to the glass not tampering just feeling if there was magic there. It appeared to be very faint as if just a shadow of the spell that created it remained. She hoped he wouldn't notice, but she just had to try to get out. She leaned forward and placed her palm on the glass. Closing her eyes she put just a small amount of magic into it. The glass shattered cutting her hand. She yelped involuntarily, the cuts had bits of the glass in it as if she had punched it. Wincing she used magic to heal herself quickly. She glanced back toward the trees she had just left, and felt nothing there. Was Delyn even still there? Could he sense what she had done? Treasca's face got a look of determination, and she stepped through the glass.