35) An Unexpected Clause
It had been 200 years since she had sold her soul to the Sorcerer Zul Duradel. She knows because even after all this time she makes a line with chalk every morning on her cell wall. He moved her to a new one everytime she ran out of wall space.
It's the only way she can tell time here, but counting those rooms of tally marks. Endless blank days of cleaning the keep, cooking his meals, seeing the same dead or desperate eyes of all of those who came to do deals with him. Endless nights of satisfying him.
She thought this would be her eternity. Until one morning, just after she marked another line on the wall, he pulled her into a forbidden room and held out a glowing glass jar. She knows what it is even before she laid her eyes on it. It was her soul, something she thought lost forever.
"I'll give it back to you," he told her, tossing the precious jar from one paw to the other, "but I need a favor."