Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

This story was inspired by a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check out her stuff!


“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the King’s chambers at the time of his murder!” the investigator hisses savagely, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles  hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice the scrape on my palm and start .

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you want to stay alive down here.” the mean gaurd jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl at him darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the gaurds remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam to heavy metal door shut, locking me in. Even deep into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell door, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bite into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearly, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… A sharp pain courses through my body, cruelly jolting me awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would have never crossed my mind before today

A way out.

*stupid self deprecating joke, etc etc*

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The Mystery Blogger Award

Nominated by the always charming The_Great_Awesome!

Da Rules

  1. Post the award/ image on your blog .
  2. Thank whoever nominated you and give a link back to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and give a link back to her blog.
  4. Nominate some deserving bloggers and notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  5. Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice; including one weird or funny question.  


My tablet won’t let me download images RN for some reason, so I’m just gonna have to skip that first rule XD

Anyway, this award was created by Okoto Enigma! Go check out his/her blog (😂i really don’t know anything about this person cause I’m an uncultured swine 😛).

Dang it I have to actually nominate people this time or my single little sliver of credibility goes out the window. (Warning, I’m about to go off on a tangent) This is the problem with being an inxtrovert, a word I just made up which means a socially awkward person who likes socializing. You know the big drag of being an inxtrovert? You have to social skills of an introvert, but the social needs of an extrovert. It’s similar to my relationship with water. I love swimming but suck at it. Huh, the principal of being an inxtrovert can apply to a lot of things in my life actually. Drawing, writing, cooking, living, etc.

So that was like three minutes of me rambling about a word I just made up. I’m awesome at time management.

Anyways *jrvxuhghn* I nominate Sfcamster and stichiella

Now I shall answer ze questions


If you could go ANYWHERE, where would you go?

Vegas. I stand by my answer %100.

Swimming or flying?

Fuhlllyyyyiiiiiinng duuuuuuhz

If you could turn into an animal, would you?

That depends, would the change be permanent? If not, then I totally would. Probably some sort of bird. Cause you just read my last answer right.

If you could go back in time to visit someone, who would you visit?

Since I don’t really care much about meeting historical figures, I’m not going to put much thought into my choice. Christopher Columbus. Cause he’s the first person that popped into my head. I probably should care more about history than I do.

Would you rather own a normal pet, or an exotic pet?

 Normal. Don’t you dare take my kitties away.



My questions are…


  1. How long can you hold your breath?
  2. What is the first thing you can remember drawing?
  3. Why did you start blogging?
  4. Who was the last notification you got from (not including the one from me)
  5. Even if you don’t like either one much, would you rather read about a dystopian universe or a utopian universe?

So that’s it, sorry I bored most of you ta death, mates. I’d come to your funerals but I don’t think I’d be welcome.


Help my brain is fried