Dance of the Gods

I

Tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack...

Your eyes were heavy from all your time in here. In this wet, smelly, swampy, rotting cell. You could see the slightly green fog that was oozing from the vent on the mossy cobblestone wall. Your cell was rotting, and so are you in it. The air was humid and had a hint of sea smell in it. You moved your chained hands, sighing from exhaustion. You hated this place. You thought you didn't deserve it... in a way. It used to be a nice cell, but after the latest problems from outside of the prison, it turned into a little swamp biome. You moved your bare legs under yourself, remembering why you are here. You probably will never see the light of the sun ever again. Every guard who came after you were imprisoned was visibly questioning why you were here? A weak, skinny girl in the maximum security cell. No one knew your name because no one was allowed to say it out loud. So, over time, it was forgotten. You didn't do too much to earn the status of someone so bad. You thought so, at least. You moved again, rubbing your chained hands. How long have you been sitting here in this swampy cell? Surely, 4 years have passed by now. You wondered if the reason that you got here is still doing as planned. You moved again, feeling uncomfortable once again. You rubbed your hands against the base of the cell's wall, which had the biggest rocks in the whole wall. You knew that there was something like obsidian or worse behind it, so even if the prisoner would lift the rocks, they won't be able to leave. The rock felt moist, slippery, and started losing its sharpness over time.

You groaned in boredom and annoyance. You hated this place. You used to look way better than you do now. They barely gave prisoners any food, and you looked very skinny. Sometimes guards didn't come into the cell at all, especially before you were chained. You looked like a wild animal. Cornered, barely even stood on your legs, growled, and looked very skinny. Your previous self definitely would be ashamed of yourself. Getting so low... but they didn't know that you still tried your hardest to keep it all inside, so one day, when you'll get out, you'll have a chance to recover. You snapped out of your thoughts when the small window of your cell door opened and guards placed your food. After a few seconds after it closed, you carefully picked the box up, took the spoon, and started eating. The meal was the only warm thing in your cell. You savored every piece and smiled, inhaling the smell of your meal.

Hours passed. Nothing changed. Your mind was beginning to hurt from the lack of any thoughts. You had nothing to think about anymore. You were tired. You groaned as you carefully flopped on your legs on the stone, cold floor. Leaning against the wall, you laid on your left side, facing the cell door and other side of the cell, and closed your eyes, hoping that you'll either finally open them somewhere else or never open them again. To your surprise something changed. You jumped, hearing a loud 'boom' somewhere nearby. All of a sudden, all the guards rushed somewhere. Was the prison under attack? You rushed as close as possible just for at least some glimpse of what's going on. But you couldn't see anything. After a few minutes, the sounds of swords clashing and men grunting and yelling got very close to your part of the prison.

Then you heard the door snap open, probably breaking as it did, and saw flying past your cell and hitting the wall since you still remember that it was there. "Quick, find the commander and get back to others," you heard low, echoing voice. It didn't sound like a human's voice. You knew how mobs talked, so you guessed it was some kind of military group against this part of the world. There were a few. You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard whoever that was open all of the cells on your floor. You weren't sure if you needed to be happy or not. They might treat you worse than here. You shivered at this thought and hid in the darkest part of your cell, watching the door. And then, with a loud bang, the door to your cell was open. You saw a heavy-armored guard. You squinted your eyes, trying to understand what kind of armor is that since it didn't look like any armor type from the overworld. You couldn't even see the face of whoever was that. Suddenly, their head snapped in your direction, and they slightly jumped after their eyes, you guessed, met yours. You let out a loud growl and prepared to fight for your life.