I groan slowly. . . . .

The blackness slowly peels away from my vision and before it fully clears, I have the horrible sensation of being sucked. I clasp my head like I'm trying not to let it explode with my hands until I find that I'm untied. Gasping like I would never find air again, the sucking continues then slowly vanishes. I'm in a cell. A dark and dank and cold and stiff and deep and musty cell. 

"Hey," says a rough voice. I start, thinking it's a guard or something, but it's just Seamus. Also untied. I take him in. Emaciated, that thin face reminiscent of mine. . .

 "Where are we?" I ask in a shaking voice. "And why are you here?"

"Later," he said in the same rough tone. It's surprising. He was all timid and scared when we blacked out. . .

No time to ask more, since at this VERY PRECISE MOMENT Amisha and Anton decide to come round. 

Ugh!

I try to keep calm on the outside while the inside of me is currently being destroyed, like so many other times. "Are. . .are you guys—" I stutter, before Anton sits up and I'm cut off by the growing terror in his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Your—your eyes. . ." is all he says.

UGH! HOW I HATE THESE STUPID MULTICOLOURED EYES RIGHT NOW! Would no one notice them for once??? 

Seamus grabbed my face. "Yeah. . ." he says slowly. "These can't be real eyes. They have to be contacts or something. Whoever heard of multicoloured eyes?"

"No one," says Anton firmly. He advances on me so steadily, so steadily that I feel as though there's a giant bearing down on me. "She's either wearing contacts, which I seriously doubt, or else she's not human."

Ow, what? Will I be able to survive now? With my new—allies, I'll call them—allies thinking I'm not human? That's basically equal too them wanting to kill me. 

"What do you think Amisha?" Seamus asks her.

"Hmmm. . ." she murmurs, mulling it over. "If so, then we ought to check for signs of Ubilaz magic. But not now. We don't have enough power in our current state."

"Please, don't ever," I plead. "I'm not a wandering, unrestrained, unruly, wicked, scheming magical. I'm just. . .me." That last bit was so cringe. . . remind me to put that on my List of Dumbest Things I've Ever Said when I get out of this mess.

"Okay," says Seamus in a tone that says it's totally NOT okay, "I'm guessing she's. . .a demon."

"Yeah," Anton agrees. "It never does well to have demons in human form running around." 

"But no testing right now," Amisha say pointedly, glaring at Seamus and Anton. "Remember?"

"Fine," they say, and start sulking.

Amisha gives me another of her long, cold gazes. "If you do anything bad to us in the Room, demon, you're gonna regret it later on," she says, jabbing her finger accusingly at me.

"I—"

"Shut it. Who knows what Ubilaz magic you're spreading around through speech?"

So she really believes that I'm an Ubilaz magical. Well, sure. Two can play at this game. I'm about to spout out some perfectly innocuous Tweltian spells (which don't even work in these circumstances) when I'm stopped as suddenly as I would have been if a roadblock had appeared right in front of my nose. 

There, engraved on the wall, the symbols of my magical birthright.

< } &

And right below them:

TO BE TAKEN CARE OF.

~E.L.

(Yeah, sorry about this weirdly short chapter, it's the rest of my original chapter 5 XD remember to vote and comment if you liked it! And ik, I'm positively evil with my chapter endings mwahahahahaha >:)  Soph -> out!)