𝘔𝘺 Prisoner

~ recovering ~

It felt like another night to y/n but the bed was slightly comfortable. She hoped the doctor wasnt right. She would rather spend her time in the hospital room than back in her cell. But anyone would. That night was an interesting night for y/n. She fell asleep rather quickly, quicker than she had ever since the passing of her mother. The girl had always laid in bed thinking about random stuff, stuff she didnt have time to think of on a daily basis. On the days when she was stealing. She didn't have the time to think during the day only at night. And she just thought about her day, or other random stuff. Or even about her future. But now that she was in the prison with her life in line for the next ten years there was nothing interesting to think about. But that's besides the point. That wasnt the interesting part of her night, She had a dream, but it seemed more like a memory. But y/n couldnt recall half of the event in her dream happening. Yet there were such small little details that she knew that it had to be a memory. Was it though? When y/n woke up she didnt know what to believe or not. So she shrugged it off.

Now your probably wondering. What was y/n's dream? Dont you worry I'll tell you. So as I stated before y/n fell asleep rather quickly. Quicker that she had ever. Now to the dream. Y/n was young, fifteen. Her face was stained with blood. So was the sword that was sheathed on her belt. The girl wiped her face smearing the blood even more. She was emerging from a cave, something in her hand, a book. A book that would lead to her amazing 'powers'. Y/n was still in denial that her mother had died. Even if it had been a while. The pendant was safely around her neck at this time. She had gone down into a strondhold in search for its library. She knew it was dangerous but y/n was determinded to get that book and learn the langauge that was inside of it. But thats the tricky part. Yes the language seemed simple to learn but even for the smartest non-enderian person on her world it would take up to seven years. But y/n was determinded to learn it fast. And so she did. Y/n ended up finishing learning the langauge when she was nineteen. Now back to her dream. Y/n limped out of the cafe always glancing back to make sure no threats that were in the cave followed her out. And none did. So thats when y/n left and went back into the village. Of course she got stares but no one said anything. She limped back to her shake of a house. But this is the part of y/n's dream that she doesnt remember.

Someone had stopped her before she could leave the trading center. Y/n didnt even know who it was though. The person was tall, and had what looked to be a royal blue cloak on with the hood up, masking his face. Before y/n could tell man, or person, to move he grabbing the book from y/n's hands. But she was ready for this. Her other hand swiftly moved to her blood stained sword and unsheathed it. This caused the man to drop the book and take out his own sword. The girl struck first but the attacker blocked it. The two fought for a while and people around watched. Noboby even tried helping the fifteen year old. That didnt bother the girl though. Even if she was young she won the fight with ease. The man quickly scooted away on the ground as y/n got ready to put her sword up to his neck. Y/n smirked and picked the book back up, but didnt sheath her sword, as a precaution. Once y/n was home she opened the book. The symbols flooded into her head and she knew that this was the right book. Now as I said before y/n didnt remeber this part of the memory when she woke up. She knew the first part was true but not the second. So it all confused her.

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Y/n shivered as she got more comfrtable on her bed. She had been awake for about an hour now and the doctor, nor guards had come to check on her. It felt strange. Anyone would think they'd check on her, it's not like she couldnt walk. If she wanted to, y/n could sprint out of there right now. But then again she didnt even know where this hospital wing was. And guards were bound to be in the halls. When a knock was heard on the door y/n sighed before telling the person to come in. Y/n was expecting Dr. Ponk, or even Antfrost or Bad. But it was neither. It was the warden Sam. He smiled at the girl before sitting down in the chair next to her.