Author's Note~
/This is an original work of mine, and I hope you guys like it, if anyone reads it haha! If even just one person reads and tells me they like it, I'll post more! Thanks! <3/
Chapter One
Screaming. It filled her ears and traveled down to her fingertips and to the very bottom of her stomach, sitting like a stone. Her instinct told her to scream along with them, that the increasing noise would bring forth a chaotic forse strong enough to free them. Her logic and nightmarish memories told her otherwise, so she instead curled up against the wall in a painfully calm manner, putting her hands to her ears in vain.
Closing her eyes to the grim, dungeon setting before her, she did everything in her power to block out the agonized screeching. Humming and singing softly, she recalled her family and worried as hot tears streamed down her face.
It felt like hours. The screaming of so many horribly tortured souls, stopping only for a quick rasping breath. Suddenly, it became more muffled, more frantic as some unknown being tried fruitlessly to quiet the noise. Following a sickening gurgling, footsteps echoed down the stone corridor.
Slowly opening her eyes and removing her shaking hands, she stayed in her upright fetal possition until she was able to calm her thoughts and stop her violent trembling. Blinking calmly, she stood several minutes later and shuffled the short distance to the wall opposite of her. Then bending down and grabbing a stray, rusted nail that lay at her feet, she scratched a ragged tally mark next to dozens of others like it. Tossing it aside and hearing the light, tinkling noise, she rested one hand on th tally marks, and the other on her heart. And she began to remember.
"I am Melodie Zyphir. I'm 15 years of age and I have been trapped for 5 weeks. I refuse to forget, they can never make me forget. My hair is black as my mothers used to be, my eyes as blue as my fathers and my baby brothers. They murdered them before taking me. I still don't know what is so appealing. I haven't been raped, nor used for physical labor. I have not been subject to the horrible tests I hear almost everyday being done to other creatures. Not all screams sound human, nor most of the languages. We're not all the same. And I'll survive this. I refuse to scream. I refuse to call anymore for help. I have to think. And remember everything."
This pattern, this ritual, it's what she did to keep her firm grasp on her sanity. No sooner than she finished relaying mundane information to herself, another scream was heard, echoing and reverbrating throughout her cell. But, unlike the others, this scream didn't inflict fear onto her heart. It sparked hope. This was a yell of surprise, not torture. It was the same, gruff voice she had grown used to hear yelling at her at night. And it was cut short, almost the moment it began. A booming, authoritive voice, like an angel's voice to her poor ears, was heard.
"Save the Tellurians!"
