Only Friend (Jennsen)

[Keleth Silverkin]

Keleth was wondering around the People's Palace and made a few turns and went down a hallway when he heard a female voice. He couldn't tell what it was saying but he could hear it coming down a hallway. Following the voice Keleth was lead to a room that was locked. He tried to open it but to no prevail the door was locked. "Hello? Anyone in there?" Keleth asked since the voice he had heard had stopped talking.

[Jennsen Rahl]

Jennsen hated this place.

Correction, she absolutely loathed it. But given her current arrangement, how could anyone blame her?

Since the very moment her and Rahl had arrived at the People's Palace, Jennsen had been confided to a dark room that lacked even the barest of all necessities. There was no food, no water, or even a window to allow light in. Also, unlike most dungeons, there was no guard posted, since it appeared she was the only prisoner.

For an instant, Jennsen had wished that there were other captives, as they would have provided a small form of company, but she quickly shook the thought. There wouldn't be anyone here that she liked. They were all D'Harran's who worshiped her brother; they would be against her.

Jennsen felt her body give way to her weight, and as she settled back on the ground, her mind couldn't help but continue to spin. She knew that she had to calm down in order to focus, but her whole situation was proving to be too upsetting. She had put Richard in danger by being caught, as Jennsen and Rahl both knew he would do anything to try and save her. And there was no one to blame but herself.

A tear spilled down her cheek, as Jennsen moved her fingers up to feel the familiar texture of her auburn hair. It felt like a decade ago since the last time since she had washed her wavy locks, which were now just a knotted mess atop her head. Rahl's rushed traveling across the countryside certainly hadn't done anything for her looks.

“As if that matters, here,” she muttered quietly, barely realizing that she'd spoken aloud.

Adjusting her eyes to the dim room, Jennsen stood up slowly as she began to slide her fingers over the frigid cold stone in front of her. Perhaps if she could find the door...

All of a sudden a voice interrupted her thoughts. It appeared to belong to a boy, or maybe a young man at that; Jennsen wasn't sure. All that she knew was that there was another human being on the other side of the wall.

With her voice trembling she called out, “Hello? I'm here.”