The Sword Bearer

Prologue- Imprisoned

I felt the wind blow on the back of my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine like ice was sliding down slowly but bitterly. I stepped into the meager light. Even in its scarceness I found comfort. I sat down and curled up contemplating everything that had led me up to this point.

My indecisiveness and insecurity were definitely two factors. At this very moment i hated those qualities. I was utterly alone but i could feel that someone was watching me with the utmost concentration. I didn't like that feeling. I wanted to get out of this place, escape from the horrible memories it probed, but alas i was trapped. I again for the millionth time searched for a way to flee. My eyes searched the room for anything substantial enough to break me out but i failed again with my head dropped.

There has to be a way i thought. That fiery sense of hope hadnt abandoned me yet I said satisfied in my head and let a shadow of a smile cross my face, but then it was gone as fast as it has appeared. I couldn't let them see me smiling. It would make them think they were breaking me. I wouldn't let that happen. Not as long as I wasn't mad. I felt like it was on the verge of it a few times in these past days. I had cried only once in this prison and that was how It was going to stay. I was not going to let this get to me again.

My mind wandered off to another subject. How long would I be here? These past few days were no better than being in hell I thought serenely. I had gotten one meal a day and it consisted of nothing but a soggy bread and cheese. I had been so disgusted that I didn't eat it for two days but then hunger broke me and I was forced to swallow the revolting food.I gagged as I swallowed every single bite. I also realized the bread wasn't as soggy and the cheese wasn't as moldy as the first day. I wondered if this meant u had some control over my captors. Maybe this meant they cared for my health or just needed me alive for their own reasons.

I shuddered as I thought of all these thoughts. Couldn't I just forget about all this but I knew that would be impossible. How could I could I forget I was kidnapped and put in the worst condition I thought were possible. I had always led a normal life, never offended anyone. I generally stayed away from all those girls who spread rumors about people. Actually in general the rumors were mostly about me when I come to think about it.

I wasn't actually popular when I went to school. I was always so different from the girls. They never even let me try to fit in. They always gave me those looks that told me I wasn't wanted. I was indifferent to all that. As if I cared what they thought about me. I usually lurked in the corners at school mostly sitting and reading losing myself in the wonderful worlds the books held in them. Books never insulted me or talked about me. They just whispered amazing stories in my ears.

This made me want a book with me now. I almost felt like crying again but I held myself. I knew I was stronger than that. I tried recalling my favorite stories and reciting them to myself to calm myself down. It worked exceptionally well since in all those years in school I had enough time to memorize the stories almost fully by heart. As I recited these stories I withdrew from the beam of light, curling into a ball on a bushel of hay that was apparently my bed.

I woke the next morning I woke up sore and irritated. I wanted to go more badly than ever. I sat at the edge of the so called bed and put my face in my hands in desperation. I wanted to cry again. I held the tears back reluctantly and just let out a slight whimper. I sucked in my breath wondering if they had heard anything. If they had then they knew that they were close to breaking me. I shivered as a chill ran down my spine. Something didn't fell right today, something was going to happen.

I retreated deeper and deeper within myself today. I was dizzy and couldn't make the difference between seeing strange things and reality. I was eating properly and I couldn't decide what was destroying me this way. I began to expect the possibility that this is what my captors wanted, for me to go crazy. This made my perseverance double. I wouldn't give them what they wanted and even if I couldn't avoid it I would prolong it to disrupt them. I wouldn't go down without a fight! But I was losing myself, slowly and deliberately. If I couldn't get out of this soon then I wouldn't be myself anymore. My soul would be gone and I would just a body expressionless like a ghost.

I sat there staring at a wall wondering if losing myself was better than retreating into madness. If I couldn't stay as myself why not just become a expressionless thing. My thoughts were becoming more serious and I chuckled. Had staying in this prison made me so somber? The laugh also made me feel like I was on the brink of madness. I wondered half heartedly for the millionth time what would I do when I escaped and where would I go. I would think that this place was quite far from civilization, much less the city I lived in, always bustling with life and people on the street no matter what the time.

Something stirred at the edge of my vision. I quickly turned my head but with a flash of light it disintegrated and disappeared. I didn't even catch a glance of it. Was there actually something there or had I already gone mad without realizing and started to see things?

I started to sort through my memories and I remembered her. That person that I knew would never abandon me and the person I loved with my life. My best friend. I missed her beyond belief and wanted to see her so bad. After moving away from her I could only dream to see her since she was on the other side of the world. Now I wished for her more than ever. I had promised to see her soon. I could not back down from this promise so I had to keep going. I had to escape for one of the people I cared about most. But how and when?

I sat unperturbed on the outside but on the inside I was filled with emotion. I was going to escape even if I died in the process. Hardly anyone would be affected anyway not counting my family and her. I just remembered that I had been trying to find a way out every day and being unsuccessful on every try. How would it change now?

I sat for hours just staring onto the distance. I wasn't even thinking just residing deeper and deeper, drifting away. I heard a crashing sound from behind one of the four walls that surrounded me. There was no door on any of the walls therefore no way in, but what disturbed me immensely was that anyone was near me. Wait it didn't have to be human so anything basically. I tried to keep my demeanor calm but I couldn't do it. My face was contorted with fear and curiosity but mostly longing. This could be the moment, the moment of my glorious escape.

A panel shifted on the far most fall from me. I turned slowly so it seemed like I wasn't very interested. I look at the figure in the doorway. I gaped. I would have never expected this. Even the though figure was shrouded in dark I would have recognized it anywhere.

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Not the best intro for this story

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