Past: 11. Were there any events in their childhood that led to phobias or other fears?
The glint of steel caught light as a dagger was flipped into the air. A scowl settled on Aydri’s lips, licking her tongue over them as her nose crinkled in disdain to the memories.
“When you’re nearly eaten alive by rats in the pitch dark…yeah, you fucking avoid em’ afterwards.”
A cacophony of squeaks in a dark room suddenly fell silent to the new sound of cloth meeting stone. A heavy ‘thump’ signaled the new arrival of contestant.
Young fingers curled with a shudder, pale eyes peering through natural darkness right into a thousand beady ones.
“Ukungalaleli kuyovivinywa, siwula.”
(Disobedience will be tested, foolish one.)
The familiar voice that had seen her thrown into such a space saw a surge of white hit anger run through Aydri’s core—yet there was little time to act upon it through curses of Zandali up to the small sliver of light that shut behind her.
A sinking feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach when the squeaks began to chitter amongst themselves. The rodents seemed to stay perfectly still…until the darkness leaped.
Fur, claws and teeth brushed to gnash against flesh, creating havoc within a pile of hellish consumption. It was all Aydri could do to fend for herself…
When the room was opened the next morning, crimson stained the walls. Darker purple dropped onto what was a pure white dress, now tattered in reminiscence of its original pristine state. Flesh was torn and bitten…yet the pile of fur indicated who was the true victor.
