((I am posting this for @Gwendolyn Snow who does not have as much time to check forums as I do. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did))
ERA of Challenge: Snow Baroness
The woman crouches in the back corner of the dark cell as the guards walk past laughing and banging on the cell doors making the other prisoners moan or cry out for help…the woman simply pushes herself against the wall remaining quiet as a mouse; hopeful one day someone will simply open the door a crack to make sure she is still alive, she knows it is simply a matter of time before they come for her…before they put her in placement for whatever plan she was created. Her brown, unwashed and stringy hair hanging in her eyes that are unmoving, unblinking, staring at the door, watching … waiting… for that one moment when she can continue her quest.
She marks another day in her mind as she hears the guards once again walking the halls; her patience is rewarded as the key is inserted into the door and hears the guards talking incessantly about nothing of importance. The light streaming in blinds her momentarily she turns her head and shields her face with her hair and hand, the guards reach down and grab her roughly, pulling her up as if she were a mere child. She grunts an objection to their roughness and they only let out a hoot of enjoyment at her apparent pain. She tosses her hair back as her eyes adjust and she looks at them clearly, seeing them for the first time…hideous creatures, she felt sorry for them, they were obviously abominations, something went wrong when they were created so they have been banished to the donjon working in the dimly let hallways with never a thought as to what lies outside these walls. Her pity did not last long as they pushed her against the wall… “pretty one”
the first guard says as he sniffs her with his partial snout, the other leaning in to get a quick look…”she smells of the Mistress”
he quickly pulls back and gives her a look of disgust; shoving the first guard back he grabs her by the upper arm and half drags her down the hall, he is much taller than she and on her toes she can almost keep up his pace, she declines to voice her objection, worried they may do her bodily harm or worse, toss her back in the cage she has called home for the better part of a year.
The first guard walks ahead, opening a door and tosses her in before slamming the door shut again and turning the key…with a laugh she hears them walk away… her stomach jumps to her throat and she feels as if she cant breath, moaning a NO as she turns to bang on the door, not noticing the room she is in or the people that line the wall almost encircling the throne that sits in the middle of it a single light shining only upon the middle of the floor… hearing movement behind her the woman turns and braces herself against the door and looks ahead ready to face whatever the creatures had in mind for her. Shocked to see or feel no threat she slowly moves from the door and glances at the hooded figures spaced around the wide room. Her lets out a small gasp as the only mother she has ever known walks into the room, her gown flowing long behind her, swirls of dust dancing on the floor in the faint ray of light, as she sits on the golden throne the Mistress tells the woman to move to the light.
The woman falls to her knees in the pool of light as instructed and reaches for the Mistress… “Mother… I have waited and been so very good for you… in hopes you would come to rescue me… to release me”
she quietly expresses.
the Mistress commands “Now stand my child and let me look at you; see that you are as perfect as you were when I left you”
. The unnamed woman does as instructed and holds her face straight ahead careful not to make eye contact with the Mistress as she moves towards her, walking around her to inspect her body covered only in the light from above. “Yes…yes you are perfect as they day you were created”
the Mistress now stands in front of her “now my child are you ready to do as I bid you to do and stop this nonsense of your ‘quest’ as you call it”
. The woman simply nods, knowing that is the only response required or needed.
In the dressing room, the unnamed woman is helped into her disguise, her street clothes as the Mistress informs her of her most important task… “…you will, my daughter, leave this place and find your home in Paragon City, you will find this Sebastian Kain that has the city up in arms and you will convince him that you are his long lost fiancé… and he will take you in his inner circle once again… then you will convince him that Crey Industries is of importance to his individual quest…do you understand child? By any means necessary you will do this!”
The woman watches the Mistress begin to walk away.
”But mother… what should I tell him is my name?”
The Mistress chuckles… “Darling, you simply tell him that you are Gwendolyn Snow”