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“Let go of me! I told you to let go you jerk!” Suddenly she felt an impact on her head and her vision blurred in and out. As her vision faded she witnessed her friends kicking and fighting for their lives amongst the orange blaze. She hoped that maybe they would escape. That they could get out of there. She hoped they would leave her to be captured and that they would escape unharmed. Then… darkness.
She awoke a while later, how long had it been? She didn’t know. Every sense she held in her body was swelled to its greatest extent. She smelled must and mildew as if it were very moist and damp. Fresh air filled her nostrils, but at the same time she smelled putrid death and the smell of the ocean engulfed her senses. She could hear the crickets on the ground and the breezes howling softly to her. Sounds of trees blowing in the wind, and the far off noise of a storm rumbling in the distance. Her mouth was numb and dry. She could only taste the salty sea air that engulfed her entirety. Everything she felt stung, and she was well aware that she was feeling it. A cold breeze slithered around her legs and arms as if it were a snake coiling around its victim. Her shoulders ached and her wrists stung fiercely. Her shoulder blades were sore and she could feel that her wings were withdrawn from her flesh, but the blood around them had turned into scabs. She figured that she must have burst them out of her back when she was in the cabin… ‘Those last moments… did they really happen?’ she wondered wearily to herself. She moved one arm slightly but her wrists stung and it made her shoulders feel sore as they moved. It felt like her wrists were held by something, as if she were hanging there. The stinging in her wrists made her wince yet her eyes were still closed, the eyelids seemed almost too heavy to lift. She forced herself and finally opened them slowly. Her vision was so sharp that everything seemed blurry and the colors were so vivid that they mixed together. From what she could make out, she was in a room with three stone walls. The fourth wall in front of her was made out of metal bars in which she could barely see. Blue moonlight shone in from a large hole high up the wall that Chan had found she was shackled to. The light cast a beam in which specks of dust danced around in to the moon’s sad song. She shook her head to make sure she wasn’t just having strange hallucinations due to her lack of proper sustenance and blunt force trauma she had aquired to her head. A sarcastic tone of voice came from the dark wall to her left, “Well looky looky, Ray. Seems like we have company.” Chan looked towards the direction of the voice to see if she could make out who was talking, was it about her? “Oh, and look, she has wings, how perfect,” puffed the voiced. Chan looked at her wings, they shone in the moonlight but they were bloody, dirty and worn. “Heh heh, looks like her little friends are here too, but they’re not awake,” the voice carried on in its sarcastic tone. Chan wondered what the voice was talking about and looked to her right. Along the wall beside her were her friends, all shackled to the wall as she was and all looked as weary as she. She was struck with a frenzy of emotions: surprise, anger, sadness, happiness and regret. Of course none of these emotions showed on her face. She only looked as soulless as the moment she opened her eyes. It was clear that they were all unconscious. Chan’s head ached immensely. It ached the most in the part that felt the impact in the cabin. ‘The cabin… was it real? What is going on? What will happen?’ Chan was unsure of her thoughts, unsure of her whereabouts, unsure whether she was sane or not. The voice spoke again, “Hey, you… How did HE get you and all your little friends? You must be pretty weak, heh.” Suddenly another voice jumped in from the same direction, “Ri!” it exclaimed, “You’re here too so don’t go telling others that they’re weak.” It was silent. Chan noticed that the first voice sounded like a girl while the new second voice sounded like that of a teenage male. Chan broke the silence by asking “Where are we?” Her voice was coarse and it hurt to speak, almost no sound came out and her voice broke into silence in the middle of her words. “Hoho! And she speaks! Pretty wings and a voice, must be nice,” the first voice taunted. The second voice argued more against the first, “Ri! Don’t be rude, we don’t even know these people,” The second voice realized that Chan was listening to his words as well, “Uhh, heh, please excuse my friend, miss. She’s… uhh… having a tough time.” The girl jumped in, “Pfft! Tough time my *ss!! I’ve been through way worse!” she exclaimed. The boy sighed, “Okay Ri, whatever you say,”
“That’s friggin’ right ‘whatever I say’! If I weren’t shackled to this wall I would have half a mind to--” the voice carried on as the boy introduced himself to Chan, “Forgive us, my name is Ray, and ‘Miss Snot-nose’ here is Ri,”
“Hey who are you calling ‘Snot-nosed’ you son-of-a--”
Chan tried her best to see the figures that were speaking but could only make out their silhouettes against the wall; they looked no older than her own body did. She then introduced herself in return, “Oh, uh, I’m Chan. Pleased to meet you. So umm… where exactly are we?” Ri’s silhouetted head nodded towards the direction of the bars past Ray’s head, “You’ll find out soon enough,”

Footsteps sounded down a winding stone staircase outside the barred room. A figure appeared at the bottom of the dark staircase. It had long dark braided hair that shone when the light hit it. It wore a long black and red cape and wore a black robe with eloquently designed armor. A black and gold breast plate was worn on his torso as well as fine, yet heavy looking gold shoulder guards and metal sleeves that wrapped around his thumbs and met at in a point at his middle knuckles. Two more hefty figures accompanied the one figure. They were large and muscular, but came no further than the outside of the prison. The smaller figure with the fancy armor entered. “Ri, Ray, I see you have met one of our new arrivals. You three have much in common."
“Can the small talk, freak! Give me back my Kanateka!” Ri demanded.
“Oh Ri… you must have missed me. I missed you too, my precious,” he held her chin with his fingers and lifted her head to point upwards.
“Don’t touch me with your disgusting flesh!” she snarled.
“What’s wrong my dear Ri? Overwhelmed by my ‘sacred’ touch?” he grinned as his face inched closer to hers with every word he spoke.
“I said… don’t touch me you filthy son-of-a-bi--” The figure suddenly punched her hard in the stomach. She grunted loudly and coughed up blood from the hit.
“You b*st*rd…” she said with her last ounce of consciousness and then passed out. The figure turned to speak to Chan, “Ri here used to be my apprentice. It’s too bad she left me in the dark. We would have had sooo much fun. She was the best in my army. I guess you could say she was…” he grinned creepily, “my upper hand.”

Ray tried to wake Ri up, “Ri, please wake up, we have to fight through this… please,” no response came from her. Her head hung low and her body was limp. “Ri! Come one! Wake up!” He turned his head to the figure talking to Chan, “What have you done to Ri, you sick jerk!?” The caped figure looked to one of his hefty assistants and nodded to him. The hefty figure approached Ray. Ray kept looking at the caped figure and said hatefully, “Kawl, damn you to hell,” but before he could say more the Hefty figure hit him upside the head and left him limp on the wall beside Ri. The dark cape figure grinned to Chan, yet she could still not see his face. Did she hear right? ‘His name was Kawl? But that’s…’
“That was a clever move you pulled, Chan,” he said bluntly. Chan’s eyes widened to her surprise of the fact that he knew her name. He held a lock of her hair gently in his fingers and started speaking about her killing her brother, with the Sword of Azraiand. Her eyes stayed wide with fear as she looked at the ground with memories of the past. Screams raced through her mind, blood, none-innocent murder. All the things that had stuck in her mind for many years. Things she always tried to block out. Things she didn’t want to remember. Things she hid from. The truth from her past. The things that when she remembered them, she would lock herself in a room and pained on the floor until she found it safe to come out of hiding from the others so they wouldn’t see her sufferance. She snapped out of her world of severe misery. Her vision was back to normal and clear. The twilight lit parts of the room with a blue hue. He held her chin with his fingers as he did with Ri. The figure brought his face closer to hers and as he spoke each word again. The moonlight shone its brilliance on the figure and revealed his face. It was the same Kawl from the canyon. Chan was struck once again with shock. She tried to struggle away but she was shackled down too well. “What’s wrong, Chan? SURPRISED to see me?” He roughly let go of his grip on her chin and turned around to walk away. “I think I’ll leave torture for later. Hopefully you won’t survive as long as your little friend here.” He kicked a bone towards a bloody tattered body shackled to the grey, stone, cold, damp floor. It had many lashes on it and only a few shreds of its shirt left. Large gauges sunk deep into its flesh and its hair was sticky and messy with blood. Kawl left the dungeon prison with his two guards and carried on up the staircase. Chan stared at the body that sat there hunched over and unconscious. She recognized the shape of the body and the ring it wore wrapped around its finger. She stared in wonderment of the limp body. It was drenched in the moonlight amongst the darkness in the middle of the prison. It had wings that gleamed in the soft light and shimmered with a beauty yet they were full of blood. She gathered all her strength and broke one arm away from the wall. She struggled with the other arm but ended up breaking the chain along with the chain attached to her leg and pulled hard to break away from the last chain on her right ankle. She fell to the floor beside the body and wrapped her arms around his bloody shoulders in the moonlight. Tears flowed out of her bloodshot eyes as she cried. Every tear stung painfully as they rolled down her cheek to her chin but it was worth the pain. She would go through many worlds of pain if it meant the happiness she felt at that moment. “It’s alright… we’re here now… it’s okay… Trent.”