Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

Halazia

Be the light, oh, Halazia.

Oh, no, everything has become barren,
We all try but we lose emotion.
Getting used to the feeling of losing,
Getting paralyzed,
In shackled freedom.
A small fantasy within me,
Oh, Halazia, Halazia, Halazia.

I want to hear,
The sound of love's breath.
I want to know,
If it's okay this way.
The little blue bird that lost its voice,
I can hear the whispers.
The beginnings of a deep echo,
The voice that will overturn the world.

"HALAZIA" - ATEEZ

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I awoke to grey skies above me as a low and ominous roll of thunder rang out in the distance, once again pulled from darkness of sleep by the harsh beating  rain on my face. I sat up slowly, running a hand through tangled mats of long wet hair. To my confusion, I was no longer within the dark wooden walls of The Blackbird. In fact, I wasn't at sea at all. The lack of rolling waves and absence of rushing wind had been my first clue, the second being the void of the familiar scent of sea salt and ocean brine.

What is going on? Where am I now? My sluggish mind fought to form thoughts, as my head throbbed and thrummed agonizingly, an exquisite pain clawing it's way across my vision. My eyes fought to stay open through the sudden and tremendous pain. My vision blurred and unblurred, going in and out of focus as I struggled to make any sense of my surroundings.

At first, all I could see was gray in various shades and tints, that dulled and muted every shape I tried to make out. I could vaguely comprehend what seemed to be a mountain range in the distance, and rolling fields below it which periodically lit up in what I assumed to be townships. Smoke rose from the tops of stone buildings to dance and writhe, and blended into the sunless horizon. An endless expanse of monochrome spread out before me, smooth and stiff, like the stone walls of a prison.

With a cold shock of horror to the system, I realized as my eyes refocused that I was indeed a prisoner of sorts - but I was not held within the walls of an institution, rather I was locked inside an enormous silver cage. A bird cage, it seemed to be, which towered over me to steeple like a sinister monolith. 

I scrambled to my feet, my head whipping around in vigorous half-circles as I searched for a door, or gate, or any possible way to get myself out of the cell. Running toward the nearest blockade of silver, my fingers gripped tight to the frigid, wet metal. With all my might, I tried to pull the bars apart, wrenching and heaving in a fruitless endeavor. A guttural sound gathered in the back of my throat, and tore from me in a loud growling bellow.

"Let me out!" I called out loudly, to no one, fists balling to beat on the bars of my cage when I could not pry them apart. I grunted in frustration, letting my hands fall to my sides after a time. There was no use expending precious energy on a bootless errand. I rested my forehead on the cool bars of the cage, shutting my eyes tight to try and dull the ache in my head. "Please! Let me go..."

"I'm afraid we cannot do that." My focus snapped up at a soft voice, and I whirled around to find the source. Soon, my eyes landed on the culprit, who I was sure had not been there before. Standing not far from the cage loomed a hooded specter, draped elegantly in a fine woolen cloak, as grey as the sky above me.

I moved closer, my gaze searching for a sign of anything familiar about them. To my frustration, I couldn't find anything that stood out about them, save their height. I noted they stood roughly as tall as I did, which wasn't very tall at all.