(OLD) Fated Wonders:Warrior

Prolouge: Locked in Fate

One word can describe this place.
Insane.

Des bit his tongue back, resisting to throw an insult. He shut his eyes tightly, but why bother? He was already blindfolded and chained, unable to see what was around him and move around much. And magic? That was out of the question. He couldn't risk it with the, well. . . He needed to listen for a second.

He strained to the side with what little noise he could make. The loud clattering of armor could be heard nearby. That settled his guess. Waaaay too many guards. If he tried to use any spells, they would immediately be alerted from the use and any sounds, and that is NOT good, obviously.

All of a sudden, he heard the noisy armor go away, a low chuckle echoed throughout. His mind filled with dread. DON'T let it be him. . . ! He thought worriedly. "How ya holding up, buddy?" A slick, yet cheery voice said. Great. It was Gira, who had come twice before in here. And every time he talked, Des only wanted to be unchained so he could kill himself.

The faint outline of the seemingly young man appeared on the white blindfold. He was holding something-most likely another cupcake. No, literally. It's only been a few hours and he has NO idea how many cupcakes this guy had already. . . He felt a finger prod his collarbone roughly. Des gripped the wooden bench under him, growling, "Go. Away." He laughed, "Oh ho, ordering the Ultimate Chaos, who is compared to a god, to go away?" Des tensed up, hearing heavy chains clank together loudly from his abrupt motion.

Gira slid a finger up his blindfold close to his left eye, lifting it barely so he could see a sharp-fanged smile. "Awwww! Is the wittle gwuy scared?" He taunted mischievously. Yes, he was scared a bit, knowing that he was trapped into a fate, but he refused to show it. Des clenched his jaw tightly, hissing through his teeth, "No."

Gira chuckled, letting go of the cloth and letting it fall over his eye again. He saw him run his hand through his hair, sighing. "You're impossible to get to. . ." He complained. "No fun!"

Wow, for the "Ultimate Chaos", he was REALLY childish. . .

"It's like you have an iron will!" He snarled. He froze suddenly, his outline became more clear. Des had a chilled feeling run down his spine. "One moment!" Gira said in a singsong tone, his figure disappeared from his limited sight. As soon as he left, Des listened closely. None of the obnoxious noises of the guards. He tugged at the shackles on his hands that kept them behind his back. This is gonna hurt a bit. He thought regrettably.

Des pushed his shoulders up, raising his hands in the air from behind him. His shoulder blades and arms felt like someone was twisting them. He gritted his teeth, pushing them back down. His muscles felt sore now. Defiantly should of gone with magic first, but who knows if there was a guard or two still?He heard footsteps again, Gira's voice squirmed into his head. "I'm back!" He cried happily. Des rolled his eyes behind the blindfold. "So, you're tough to break ya, huh?" He asked. Des only grunted in reply. "I got something you might wanna see!" Gira declared. The blindfold slid off of his head, blinding him for a moment from the surprisingly bright light. He focused his eyes on his surroundings. A square stone room with a window made of iron bars like a prison. Sunlight filtered inside, lighting the room. He noticed a staircase that wounded down, but there was an iron door there to block it.

He continued to survey his area, taking advantage of this moment. Gira tapped him on the shoulder, bringing his attention to him. He pulled out a large gold ring like a hula hoop, making him flinch. But when he looked deeper into it, he gasped, shaking badly.

A young woman sat on a couch, petting the head of a girl who laid her head on her lap. He knew them.

Andy and Lucy.