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A Slight Disturbance (UC Bridge) and Prolonged Captivity - Solo

Farore was brought out of her thoughts by a rumble and the far-off sounds of explosions. She continued to look out the window though, as there wasn't really anywhere else for her to turn her gaze. She reached out and lightly grasped one of the bars, just enough to feel the iron thorns against it but not enough for them to puncture her skin. Whatever was happening, she was certain that it was bad news. There was nothing that she could do about it right now though.

She thought about going to sleep, but she wasn't tired. She had taken up the habit of going to sleep whenever she was tired to try and conserve energy, leading to her keeping odd hours. She ate the little bit of food that they gave her three times a day and the rest of the time was spent sitting at the window or doing small exercises around the room. She continuously prayed to the gods to let her be free of this place, but they were turning a deaf ear.

Perhaps Farore would sleep... at least then she would return to her dreams where she could turn into a bird, slip through the bars, and fly away.

#solo

Locked Up

After Farore had left the Voice's room she had been taken directly to her new living arrangement. It was a room very close to the one she had used to live in, but far less furnished. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a chair and a bed, though the bed was really just the wooden frame, a single thin sheet, and a single sad-looking flat pillow. The chair was set next to the one small window in the room, which had metal bars blocking it off with small spikes on them to discourage anyone from grabbing onto them.

Her handcuffs weren't removed until she and her guards were actually inside the room, and they then immediately left and slammed the door shut behind them. Though she heard the click of the lock and some footsteps going away, she knew there was at least one guard positioned outside.

She took a few steps into the room and then just stood there for a while, trying to stop from feeling like the walls were closing in on her. She had been free. She had gotten away. But now she was in the Church's, and more importantly the Voice's, clutches once again, locked back up in her cage but this time it wasn't likely she'd be able to squeeze through the bars. Farore fought back tears of frustration and the urge to pound at the door. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much her conversation with the Voice along with her capture had shaken her.

It was a few hours before she heard movement outside the door again. By this time Farore had seated herself at the window and had done a lot of thinking, mainly wondering about how long it would take for the Voice to decide to get rid of her, and wondering how Din was doing. Din, who had come back and who probably thought that Farore was still out in the city somewhere.

The movement proved to just be one of the priests bringing her food from the kitchen. He left quickly, and Farore, though tentative at first at the thought that eating it might spell her end, ate the thin vegetable soup and piece of bread that she had been brought before returning to the window again.

She decided that she would wait. It might be years before an opportunity for escape showed itself. But she would wait and watch carefully for it.