A Life Beyond The Mirror
Chapter 17

“Welcome Thea, to your new home!” Brighid says mockingly, as I’m tossed like a bag of potatoes against a wall. I groggily try to sit up, placing my hands against my throbbing skull that feels like it’s about to explode. “Just a little heads up for you. This room is charmed. You won’t be able to use your stupid mind magic in here. You can’t push your magic past these walls, if you try it, you won’t like what happens. How did your father describe it again?” she places a finger against her chin in thought. “Oh! That’s it. Mind melting. He couldn’t form a sentence for days afterwards.” She chuckled.

“What do you want with me? Hasn’t your plan already failed?”

“Lesson one. There is always a plan B and it’s usually a lot more destructive than plan A,” she sneers. “And what do I want with you? Well, you see, your dear old Dad is getting a little… unreliable. I have seen what your powers can do. You are already much stronger than him, even if you are a half-breed.” She gives a disgusted look. “You are going to do exactly what I say, otherwise, I’ll kill your father and make you watch. If you still don’t behave, I will kill one friend at a time. One by one. Finishing with your beloved Prince. Your father said you were fated.” She scoffed. “Didn’t seem that way when you left him without a second thought.” She laughs maniacally. “Hmm. I wonder if he survived. That was a pretty bad wound. For all you know he could already be dead! Would save me the hassle of killing him later.” She laughs again, holding her stomach as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard.

I pale at the thought. Surely, I would somehow know if he were dead? If we are fated, I would feel it or something right? What if these walls prevent me from feeling the link? He could be dead, and I would be non-the-wiser.

“I can see your worried, so I’ll just leave you here for a while to think it over. Try anything and well you already know the consequences.” She says, strutting from the room, like she’s won. The door slams shut behind her, the sound of a bolt sliding into place. Bitch.

I look around the small room. No windows, only one door. I don’t even know what place we are in. The floor is cold stone, completely bare. No bed, nothing. A cold draft, seeps under the door making me shiver. This is my home for the foreseeable future.

My thoughts slip back to Finn, the panic in my chest overwhelms me. What if he didn’t survive? He looked so weak.

I curl up in a ball as my head pounds from the injury. My eye slip closed as tears free themselves. I try to move to stand, but I can’t move my legs. I can’t move as the panic takes over. I can’t breathe.