Fading Memories

Prologue: -Trapped-

Storm clouds crackled and thundered above the small town showing signs to spew down the life giving water. The streets were flooded with adults and elders most bickering about useless topics but all out there for the same reason. A tall man stood on top of the stairs, fiddling with a microphone. 

The air was dense and cold as a short figure swiftly cut their way through the growing mob. The figure skidded slightly over the hard pavement but regained there footing and continued on there path. The overwhelmingly and abrupt tree line stood at the edge of town, opening the border between humans and animals.

The figure ran into the woods following a invisible path. Soon enough the angry shouts of the humans grew quieter and quieter as the figure tumbled through the dense woods. Slowing down the person looked from side to side, studying there surroundings.

Pulling off there hood the figure continued on there path deeper into the woods. Animals stopped and watched in interest as the figure walked past them barely giving a second glance. The figure was going against their towns wishes, going against what was right but they didn't care. They were a loner and a no-body anyways so who would really notice if they suddenly disappeared.

A large daunting shadow came into view. It snapped and bit at whatever dared to come close, fending off its owner with great pride. The figure paused and stared at the shadow. They blinked before pulling there hood back on and continuing, ignoring the shadows nips and bites of fury and rage.

The owner of the shadow came into view. It was a large empty looking house of sorts. One you'd expect the murderer in one of those cheesy movies to have. The house was tilted slightly and all the windows were boarded up. The house's exterior was the embodiment of dread and envy.

The figure had come here many times before, but never alone. Never like this. Never to do what they were about to do. What they were doing was forbidden, was frowned a upon, if they weren't a young reckless child they would be thrown in a jail cell almost immediately and left to rot and drown in there sorrows.

The child paused briefly. They looked up at the haunting building and began to have second thoughts. This could end badly on both ends. They were risking both their lives. The child shook the thoughts away and power walked towards the building and up the crumbling steps to the jagged door.

Hesitantly they opened the door to reveal the inside of the building. A prison of sorts. But it so far only held one prisoner and pretty soon it was supposed to hold no prisoners. The child took one step inside and looked from side to side. There was furniture draped in white blankets and a rickety old stair well that was slowly eroding that lead to the second floor. 

Biting there lip the child took a few more steps inside. Taking note of the surroundings they then began to walk towards the stair-case trying. They walked as casually as possible in case there were any guards who decided to stay and watch over the prisoner. A pang of dread and excitement drifted through there body as they made there way up the stairs. Careful not to break anything or make much noise.

Making it to the second floor they glanced from side to side checking to see if the coast was clear. No one was here. They slowly walked towards the second door to the right, the one Isabel had told them was the holding cell. Once they made it to the door they stopped before knocking quietly.

For a minute or more there was silence, "What do yer want?" A gruffly voice yelled from inside. "I already told ya you..you..scurvy no good omen you aren't getting anything from me." The voice yelled hoping it was the person who they thought it was. The child didn't reply, briefly second guessing there decision. 

"What are yer waiting for?" The voice said mockingly from inside, "One of those prawns of yers eaten ya from the inside lad, or are you just to stunned by me insult," the voice had a small bit of pride echoing in its words. Glad they had enraged one of those pesky and no-good guards again.