Keystone Trilogy Book II- Rift World

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"All of you, get back in your cells, and no harm will come to you. Try to fight, and, well, you'll die." said one of the men, who seemed to be the leader.

"Um, I'd prefer not to die?! That would be great!" Elias said squeakily. He made a move to go back into a cell, but was stopped by Glael.

"No, we fight. They'll kill us either way."

Since Elias had lost his only weapon, he went with a more traditional method. He took fighting lessons once a week at home, and the school bullies knew very well that Elias Hilton's lunch money was not easily stolen. As the tide of dark-eyed warriors came towards him, Elias lashed out with his sneakers, sending one reeling back with a broken nose, and another with a black eye.

"How do we get out of here?!" Elias asked Glael over the battle-noise.

"Carefully."

Suddenly, Glael used a power Elias forgot that he had. Magic.

Glael sent a swirling ball of white light into the midst of the soldiers, knocking them all out cold. "There's a prison transport in a hangar somewhere. If we can get to that, I can get us back to the city."

Elias relayed Glael's instructions to the crowd, and they all followed Glael through the doorway. The path they took was similar to the one Elias had been dragged in on his way to see the Intelligence, but veered off to the right, leading them to the hangar. There were many ships there; fighters, cargo carriers, and one rusted-looking prison transport, just big enough to hold the group.

Once they were all on board, Glael fired up the engine with a loud BANG!, and the shuddering transport lifted off the floor of the hangar, which was nearly level with the ground outside due to the crash. They flew off towards the city, and Elias's mind was filled with one thought.

Freedom.