The Prison Healer Oneshots

The Gilded Cage but we're still in Zalindov

Kiva had done the impossible.

Kiva had beaten the impossible.

Kiva was the impossible.

Cresta had no idea that Kiva was a Corentine or just as importantly, survived the trials.If Kiva truly did have elemental powers just like the rumours stated, she should have been able to escape much quicker. In fact, she shouldn't have been caught to begin with even if her father was originally arrested. Surely with her alleged powers, she could have fended the guards off and given her time to run away.

Unfortunately for Cresta, she had survived the second time in her life and for all she knew, it was going to get a lot harder. After the latest riot, things around the prison changed drastically, starting with new allocations. She was forced to now work in the tunnels instead of the quarry, making her death more likely than ever. Instead of the few free hours they had received, a lot of the work and laborious hours were extended, making it much harder to communicate with other prisoners.

"You've survived too long, Cresta." The cold, cruel voice that belonged to Warden Rooke said. Guards were surrounding him, as he was forcibly dragging her off to the tunnels.

"So what if I survived. It's not like I can go anywhere." Cresta huffed in annoyance.

"You'll do well to remember that I am in charge here, and I deserve your full respect." Rooke instructed in an angered tone.

"No, you'll do well to remember that I have nothing to lose." She replied with a smirk. The guards started closing in around her.

"I will not tolerate such disrespect." He sternly said at the threat. He gestured to the guards to grab Cresta. The two closer guards gripped Cresta so hard, her muscular arm flourished with a bruise. They turned into the tunnels and threw her into them, blocking her from escape.

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That night after Cresta's brutal day in the tunnels, it was cold and dark which was so unlike the warm day she had experienced from the tunnels. She barely had time to go get her food allocations before it had gotten too late. There wasn't any time to talk to the other inmate rebels and as leader, it simply wouldn't do for Cresta to miss out on any new leads. So that left Cresta with a new task.

"You need to change my allocation." Cresta demanded, early in the next morning. Rooke was sitting comfortably behind his desk while Cresta was standing tall above him. Somehow miraculously there weren't any guards in the room with them but Cresta had no doubt that they were stationed outside, ready to come in at a yell.

"And why would I do that?" Rooke glared at her.

"Because I'm not happy with these new work allocations." Cresta explained with an eye roll.

"bEcAuSe i'M nOT hAp- You're in a death prison. Get over it. You're not supposed to be happy, little girl." Rooke snarled at her.

"No, I don't think I will. You'll switch my allocation." Cresta demanded. Rooke laughed a cold, sharp laugh.

"No."

"You will. I don't see why I can't have my old allocation. In fact, I think I'd work even harder if I had it." It was a clear lie that Cresta had said was useless but she'd take anything for more information about any new rebel activity outside the walls of Zalindov.

"You will not work any harder than you are right now. I've been at this prison for years and nothing, absolutely nothing has changed from the prisoners." Rooke barked, his voice getting louder and louder until the doors flew open.

"I- These new allocations are so stupid!" Cresta yelled at him, as the guards grabbed her.

"Take her." Rooke instructed the guards with no remorse. The guards dragged Cresta away, who was putting up a fight and slowing them down. Cresta did not care she was making a scene and that other inmates were coming out to see what the commotion was about. She only cared about taking over the throne to the rightful heirs, the Corentines. Then the world will be better for her and for everyone else.

Her struggles against the guards were persistent, the crowds were shouting and hollering, causing more guards to come running and engage in the chaos. Guards started pulling her across the prison, while others followed in a precaution, blocking away any other inmate who was trying to interfere. The resists slowly began to die down once they drew closer to the Abyss. The last thing Cresta saw was the stern faces of the guards before all she saw was darkness.

Ignore the fact the start and the end don't actually tie together nor did I get Cresta's character right lol

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