A Lost Age

SIERRA

 "Okay this is new, but I'll get used to it. Eventually." I said softly. 

 Shivering, I wrapped my arms around my body and inspected the cave. 

 "You cold?" He asked. 

 "Yeah it's freezing, aren't you?" 

 He shook his head. 

 "Since I'm an Ice Snaga I'm immune to the cold. But I'll go fetch some wood to build a fire." He said noting my shattering teeth. 

 I laughed. 

 "Or I could just start a fire with you know." I said motioning to my hands. 

 "Oh, yeah. Right." 

 Closing my eyes I tried to reach the power. I could feel the seeping warmth rise throughout my body. Now all I needed to do was focus the heat to my palms. Calming myself down I opened my eyes and focused my eyes on the fire that was erupting from my hands. 

 Looking over to John I saw the amazement on his face. His eyes were big, as if he had never seen anything like it. 

 "Wow," he whispered,"that's amazing." 

 "Yeah, thanks." I said slyly. When I felt warm enough I quieted down my fire until my hands became bare. 

 Hearing a faint sound in the distance I turned around to face the forest. 

 "What was that?" I asked not looking at John. 

 "I don't know but we should probably check it out if we're going to be sleeping here." 

 "Yeah." I said as I followed him out of the cave farther into the forest. It was dark already so there wasn't anything to see. I harnessed my powers to use somewhat like a flashlight. 

 Pacing around, John and I couldn't catch a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary. 

 Abruptly claws seeped into my skin causing my to fall to the ground in pain. 

 Screaming, I tried to call my powers but I wouldn't budge. 

 I couldn't think. I tried to spot John, but my vision became blurry. Black spots came into place until, everything went black. 

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 I awoke but my eyes kept close. 

 It was physically impossible to open my eyes. I tried, but they just wouldn't budge. 

 Reaching out I tried to discover my surroundings by feeling around. 

 Space wise, it seemed small. It was almost as if I was in an enclosed box. 

 I was in a box? Oh god. I had to get out. 

 I flailed my legs, feeling a sharp pain. 

 "Ow!" I screeched. 

 Hearing footsteps coming closer to my "box", I kept quiet and held still. 

 They seemed to sound heavy, like boots. 

 Suddenly the footsteps halted, and wind swept upon my face. 

 "Sit." A commanding voice ordered. 

 I sat up, not wanting to defy a man who could be armed. 

 "Drink." 

 "Okay, if you are suggesting I have alcohol, I really think this isn't the best time, considering that I can barely move any of my body parts." 

 What seemed to be a rim of a cup touched my lips and a bland liquid came into contact with my tounge. It tasted so bad I felt like I was going to throw up, but at least it wasn't alcohol. What if it's poison? My lips shut not wanting to drink anymore just in case of it being poison. 

 "DRINK." He urgently yelled. 

 "Gee, has anyone ever told you to talk to an anger management consoler?" 

 Not wanting to upset him even more so I slightly opened my mouth and the last of the elixir slipped into my mouth. I slowly swallowed. 

 "Open your eyes." 

 "I-" I started until my eyes willed open. 

 I was amazed at the room I had been sitting in. The walls were made of stone, somewhat like a castle. Tiny of droplets of water dripped off the ceiling. So, if we were referring the building to a castle, I would apparently be in the dungeon. Looking down I realized I had been a box it almost looked like a coffin. Where they trying to kill me? I looked up at the guard who was closely analyzing me. All I could tell was he was big and had brown eyes because of the excessive amount of armor he was wearing. 

"You know you could've just told me that that stuff would've healed my eyes instead of practically harassing me with that cup." I said angered. 

 "Harassed?" He asked me with a force tone. 

 "Well, I don't know. I'm just angry. Maybe that was the use of wrong wording." 

 "You think?" He said, with a slight outline of a smirk. 

 "Plus what where you guys planning to do with me in this coffin?" I asked confused. 

 He didn't respond, looking side tracked or some what frightened. 

 "Wow, thanks for responding. I'm not a monster you know? Why do you look scared?" I asked with a somewhat concerned tone, "Oh is it because of the huge gashes that you left me? Yeah that's what I thought. Where are we anyway?" 

 I suddenly heard laughing I turned around to see what the guard was focusing his scared nature on. I became mesmerized. 

 A boy about my age, or maybe a little older, was smirking at me through the doorway with his eyes never leaving mine. His arms were crossed in front of him hinting at his lean and buff structure. His facial structure was literally perfect, as if he could be an Abercrombie model. He had a chiseled jaw with high cheekbones and plump lips. Looking into his eyes I was lost in his mysterious green eyes but then found my way to his tousled brown hair. His apparel was different than the guards. He was wearing a black suit that included pockets and that hugged his fit, muscular body. My eyes made their way to his broad shoulders and noted his taller than average height. I inspected his jaw as it flexed. He seemed so concentrated on me. Finally he spoke. 

 "A little more feisty than I thought and a lot more attitude." He said smirking at my offended reaction, "I got a message that you needed insistence." 

 Before the guard had a chance to speak I butted in. 

 "Yeah sorry to interrupt your lovely conversation," I started sarcastically, "but where am I?" 

 He starred at me with fierce eyes. 

 "The Cryptics." 

 "Shit." I whispered.