by Brianna G. Harte
I sighed. I wish someone would tell me what’s going on.
I may not. . . be able to clarify. . . what happened, but. . . I would not trust. . . the dwarves, young lady. Lytos paused. If they wished us. . . no ill will, why. . . do they draw inform-. . . -ation from us? Perhaps they will. . . not kill us here. . . but our people will. . . suffer if we tell all. Perhaps they intend. . . to find our weaknesses. . . or secrets we hold. . . firm for our people. That is why. . . I ask you to not. . . give in, young lady.
What do you suggest I do? I asked, though he could probably tell I was exasperated. You couldn’t escape. How could I? I’m just not powerful enough. Anyway, I don’t have any information. I’m probably not even the princess you’re looking for. My memory is gone, so why would they try to get any information from me? And can’t you ask others to try to escape?
I didn’t sense any thoughts from Lytos for several moments. In that time, I began to wonder why I was still kept in this dark hospital anyway. Ad’juk had said a while ago that he wanted to do experiments on me. But what could he find out from me? I still knew nothing. Not since I woke up here. I wondered what happened before I woke up. Did he gain information before that? If he found out what he needed or if he was done, then why was I still being treated like I was back then?
Young lady. . . try to make your own. . . conclusions. Whether you are. . . the princess, whether. . . you have what they. . .seek, whether. . . you can escape. I wish I could. . . help more. But you are. . . our princess, whether. . . or not you believe. . .it, so I believe. . . in your decisions.
Why do you have so much faith in me? I asked, feeling lost, but somehow strengthened by his words. I haven’t done anything special. I haven’t helped you.
Slow, even waves radiated from Lytos’ body, seeming almost. . . peaceful. The royal family. . . has always helped us. . . young lady, you were. . .not an exception, despite. . . your age. We trust. . . in you.
Even though there were so few answers to the boundless questions I had, even though I didn’t have a plan at all, even though I wasn’t sure who I really was, Lytos’ trust in me was like a trove of berries to my starving body that had been seeking nourishment for a long time. Thank you.
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