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20. t'ayy d'ahn

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// T'ayy D'ahn \\

The crack of the gavel rang through my ears. Every detail of the room flashed in my head, making my eyes grow wide in fear. My wrists and shoulders stung as I could remember the pain of the guards grabbing me and dragging me away to an eternal prison. I swallowed a build up of saliva before nodding to myself.

This isn't real.

I inhaled sharply, clutching my eyes shut. My hands clasped each other tightly as I bit my lip, the same thought running through my head as I tried to convince myself that my reality has changed. My body was trembling -- which I hadn't noticed until I could hear the slight ringing of the chains clanging against the cement floor of the cell.

I opened my dark, brown eyes and  looked down at my hands, which were vibrating vigorously against my upper thighs. At this moment, I realized the fear that coursed through my veins. My eyes flashed around the cement room, my eyes darting to, what it seemed like, an apple resting on the barred window in the northern wall of the room.

My breath hitched at the sight, before I looked towards the metal door that kept me locked away from the rest of the world. It also kept me from my freedom. My eyes met the barred wind I once again, but the apple was nowhere to be seen. My eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

Had I been imagining it?

Suddenly, my eyes squinted shut. My hands desperately gripped the seams of my pants tightly as I was flooded with the memories that I thought had died with the planet.

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The gavel was the loudest thing I'd heard in a long time.

It was, coincidentally, the same thing that woke me up. The last thing I remember we'd was picking up the apple from the market stand. I shoved it in my tunic pocket, and ran.

It should be a minor offense. I was hungry, I had no money, and stealing the apple was my only option. It was only worth a singular credit, and if any Kryptonian citizen had stolen it, they'd just be expected to pay for it. 

But I wasn't a citizen. I wasn't a Kryptonian.

I was a runaway from a planet multiple suns away, named Larosania. Krypton wasn't very friendly with my people.

I had ran down the cobblestone streets of the black market, shouts from behind me demanding I stop. The cold air bit at my skin as my hair flew wildly in my face. I couldn't get caught. I'd be arrested for theft and illegally entering Krypton, and I'd be put  in Fort Rozz for the rest of my days.