Hadley gripped the metal bars that enclosed her within the prison cell. She still couldn't believe that she was a criminal because her species was different. Had that ever happened before in the fairy world's history? Was she the first human to ever cross over from her world to theirs? And, of course, she wondered why the fairies - or, rather, the Magic Council - were so against her kind. Why did they want the fairies to believe that humans were demons? What did they have to gain from immorally executing people?

Hadley replayed the events in her head, her stomach turning on its side. Watching Ellabelle get tortured like that made her insides go numb. She could've tried to stop them, but she was already caged up. The Council had already sealed her fate.

Hadley tried ripping the bars off of the wall for the fifth time since she was locked up. She was hoping that maybe, by some form of magic, she'd gain some sort of super strength or teleportation powers that would get her out of this situation. Sadly, it didn't work that way for her. She was a human.

Hadley sighed and sat back down, giving up on the unnecessary struggle. She looked down at the hard floor that she sat on. Her eyes welled up with tears as she made the horrifying realization that she'd never said goodbye to Bartholomew. Not to mention she hadn't seen Dask since Saturday, and that would be the last Dask-hug she'd get, ever.

How did she let it get so bad?

Why did she have to be such a curious troublemaker?

If she'd never gotten into that tree hole, she wouldn't be stuck in this situation. She would have another day with Dask. She would have another day with Bartholomew. She would have another day to explore the corners of her backyard and play pretend and read books in the sunshine.

Hadley's small droplets turned to large waves of tears that she couldn't control. She would die in this foreign place, and her parents wouldn't even know.

Hadley decided that dungeon life wasn't so bad, once she forgot that she was about to be sentenced to death. Every so often she would get a stale piece of bread along with some highly questionable cups of water. It wasn't exactly a meal fit for a queen, but Hadley was taking anything she could get.

She realized after a while that she was the only person who was locked up in the dungeon. She didn't even have anyone to talk to but herself.

All she could think about was how terribly she messed everything up.

Why did she have to act this way?

How did people even like these attributes of hers and want to become friends with her?

The longer Hadley was caged in, the more she began to realize why her parents didn't love her as much as they could.

In the midst of her bubbling thoughts that were beginning to get out of control, Lord Brilland haughtily strutted into the dungeon. His pointy and ugly face was pointed towards the ceiling, making it very clear that he was above Hadley in rank.

He stopped in front of her cell and peered in with a devilish smile.

"Enjoying your stay?" He asked, feigning sweetness in his voice.

Hadley kept a straight face. "Of course." She replied, an obvious amount of sass in her voice.

Brilland tried not to look surprised by her response. "You really don't get it, do you? You've sealed your fate. You are mere moments away from your own demise."

"I'm not scared." Hadley replied, raising an eyebrow. On the outside, she was confident and relaxed; but on the inside, it was quite the opposite.

"That's what they all say," Brilland replied.

"Who's this all you speak of?" Hadley inquired, leaning her chin on her hand and waiting patiently for an answer. As far as she knew, she was the first human that had ever gotten into the fairy world.

Brilland blinked.

"Here's a better question; if you're such a great Magic Council member, how come you didn't catch me until now?" Hadley continued. "I mean, you are supposed to be in charge of security, but I'm not sure you're doing your job well enough..."

"ENOUGH!" Brilland shouted. It echoed throughout the entire dungeon. Hadley's heart seemingly stopped beating for a moment.

Lord Brilland went on his way to the next door. "I am going to Lady Larkdale. I'm going to order her to kill you faster." He said, slamming the door.

Hadley felt sharp pains attack her stomach. Her mind was spinning around and around, making her sick. She curled up on her side, clenched her stomach, and cried harder than she ever had before, praying silently for some sort of miracle.