Day 28: The Wooden Room





She woke up in a room made entirely of wood with no recollection of how she got there. The walls around her were lined with shelves hosting an array of plants, vials and tins. Whoever owned this place certainly had an interest in botany, maybe even medicine judging by the large textbook lying open on the desk. 

Standing to examine the contexts of the book, as if it would give her some indication of where the hell she was, she noticed her normal clothes had been taken from her. The off-white shirt that she had been sporting for a week had vanished, only to be replaced by the most beautiful nightgown she had ever seen. It was pale blue and fell to her ankles, looking more akin to a ball gown than anything else. The fabric was soft and the glittered band around her waist and sleeves shimmered in the light. Moving towards the mirror at the edge of the room for a better view she saw her hair, which had been living an existence of grease and dirt for five days was not only washed but had been neatly braided behind her.

Still, no amount of pretty dresses would earn her trust. Not when she had no idea where she was, and had absolutely no memory of the night before.

There was a faint taste of wine in her mouth, and accompanied by the pounding in her head it was safe to say she had been drinking. However, she was never one to get blackout drunk, and certainly wasn’t the type to be taken back to a strangers house without a fight. .
No, there was something off. Something had happened, something bad. Otherwise they wouldn’t have taken her so easily.

There was a bang on the door. Loud and heavy and she tried to reach for a dagger that was no longer at her side. 

“Come downstairs for breakfast” A gruff voice called as she rummaged through the wardrobe searching for the things that had been taken from her. Her weapons, her satchel, her potions, her maps. They were gone. All of them. 

“Where is all my stuff?” She yelled, searching under the bed, pulling out boxes of herbs and more vials as if they would be stashed inside. 

“Breakfast first.” Was all the information the voice gave her. .
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Friends there may come a very specific time in your life, where you will write a blog post about how hyped you are about NaNoWriMo, and how amazing it's been writing something new every day. Then, the very next day as you go to write something else, you throw up and are rendered useless for an entire day and a half. I, due to the displacement of contents within my body missed Day 27, and wrote Day 28 in between periods of sleep and....well, being sick.

It's not my favourite post, but I also didn't want to miss out two full days of posting especially when I'm so near the end

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