Trapped

Islinda Grace Remington was deep asleep in an unfamiliar place. However, In the depths of her slumber, she found herself transported back to that haunting night, reliving the vivid memories as if they were unfolding before her once more. Hence while asleep, her expression looked troubled and in pain as she faced Aldric, the dark Fae prince. Again. 

His voice echoed in her mind, pleading and desperate. "Please, don't go. Don't leave me here. Don't leave me like the others…"

Islinda's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the anguish etched upon Aldric's face, the pain in his eyes piercing her soul. She could feel the weight of his words bearing down upon her, a silent plea for her to stay, to defy the yearnings for her own freedom. 

"I'm sorry…." Her voice wavered but she remained strong, "But I have to find my way now. "Islinda told him the words she had been unable to tell him then. 

"No, Islinda…."