The Blackened Blade by Isla Davon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Isla Davon
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I always wished this hellhole of a prison would burn, to watch it
crumble and fall to ash…I just didn’t think I’d be in it when it
I watch on through the small bars on the door, only as wide and as long
as my hand, as the smoke slowly billows through the halls. The smell of
burning cinders and ash seeps into my small room, as screams pour out
from the cells around me. Other prisoners beg and plead to be released, to
not be left to burn…for someone to save them.
But no help would come here, at least not for us.
This was the solitary floor. A dark basement made of thick solid
concrete on all sides with only a large metal door breaking it up. The only
company down here was the cold and damp, or the yells from other
prisoners, who were too deranged and broken to even form a proper
This was The Facility.
A prison made for supernaturals by those that despise our kind. They
weren’t prejudiced in their selection; witches, warlocks, shifters, seers,
demons, elves, fae, all types of supes…we were all regarded with disgust
and hatred. No-one knew exactly who headed this group or how they came
to be, just that they existed in the shadows.
Some call them hunters, others call them heroes, but they were so far
from that. The very beings that call themselves human, were the least
I used to think they were a tale told by parents to their children so that
they would behave. Tales told to place fear in little children’s minds so they
would be obedient. To have them listen and do their school work and
control their abilities in public lest they be taken and locked away, never
seeing their families or the light of day again.
I was a witch from a prominent clan. But one with no power of my own.
And for that lack of power I was isolated, ridiculed and tormented by my
own kind. I was an outcast and pariah, almost human in my own kind’s
But even that pain and isolation would not have prepared me for this.
Over these past six years in the Facility…I’ve been beaten until bloody
and broken. I’ve fought against creatures and beasts for their ‘tests’ and
amusement. I’ve been starved until it almost drove me mad with hunger.
I’ve been physically and mentally tortured in ways I never imagined were
possible, but for what, I still don’t know.
Smoke quickly pours in through the bars and in through the cracks
around the door. Each breath I take pulls the deathly fumes into my lungs.
This can’t be my end. I’d survived all this time in this hellhole, fought
through every torture session and experiment. I couldn’t die now. Not here
and not like this.
I decided after my first few months here and a particularly bad
‘session’, that I wasn’t going to let them break me. That my spirit was my
most powerful strength. They could break everything else, but not that. That
part of me remained untouched, unbroken and still searching for her
I wasted too much of my life hiding away. I was too timid, too scared to
fight for myself.
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