Chapter Twenty- Eight

　(Amaya)

I got up off the floor and went to open the door, not surprised finding it was locked, I pushed against it, but it didn’t budge, resorting to beating on the door demanding I be let out. It was oddly therapeutic to beat up a door. I did this until my fists were bloody.

“Amaya dear, stop. We are not getting out of here.” Abigail spoke as she stood and walked up to me, pulling me away from the door.

“You don’t get it; it doesn’t matter what we say we are dead.” I whispered as tears fell down my face, “They did horrible things to their prisoners.”

“I know, dear, I have seen it.”

“Why aren’t you worried?”

“Because I believe this time will be different.”

“Why?”

“Because you are here.”

“Why would that change anything? I am not important.”

She wiped the tears from my cheek, “You, my dear… are very important. You are going to help me save magic.”

“How? “

She sighed, “Come sit with me. I have a lot to tell you.”