The Secrets Behind Them

†{<The Escape>}†

1892

   I've been waiting for what feels like decades for someone to talk to. All I've done is sit in this dirty old cell and count my fingers and toes when I'm bored. Why was I sent to this prison? I'm just a mind reader with no significance at all, not a fire breather or nightmare scyra. But I guess there's a reason for me being here. Whatever. I guess I'll die alone in this dusty old cage.

   I assume it's late morning, my blond hair hangs in front of my face when I lift my head from my knees. I can hear the door to my hall swing open along with multiple men yelling and cursing. I crawl to the bars and poke my head out to see what the commotion is about.

   The first thing my eyes are brought to is a girl with black hair and dark clothing. There's five men wearing masks and protective clothing struggling to keep her still as they take her to the cell next to mine.

   Unfortunately, I am not allowed to speak in this hall and I cannot see through stone walls, so I have to communicate with my mind and hope she's a mind reader too. Hello! No reply. My name is A...A...Casper! What's your name?  Silence again. I take a moment to wonder why she won't reply. Is she not a mind reader? If not, why is she put in the same hall as me?

   Just as I'm questioning her abilities, I get something back. My name is Sonya. A smile appears on my face, she replied! I like that name. How did you get stuck here? The hall door slams shut and I realize that the two of us actually completely alone. However, I still cannot speak. If the scyras outside the door can hear the slightest peep, it's nightmare scyra time. I was travelling to a shelter with my sister. We tried to fight them but they got past my mind control and...and...then they... A pout can be heard from the cell next to mine. Sniffles and hiccups echo, I dig out an image of my old friend. The picture itself is crumbled up and dirty, the actual drawing shows the face of a boy. He has short black hair and purple irises surrounded by the blacks of his eyes. He wears a big grin on his face as he sits to me, an awkward nerd with nearly platinum hair and silver eyes. I can nearly remember this picture perfectly. We had someone with perfect memory and amazing artistic skills draw it for us. I only wonder what he's doing now, is he still alive? He doesn't even know his own powers, nor does he know how to fight. I wouldn't be shocked if  someone saw him as useless and just ended it there.

   Who is Tahain...? The girl asks, I assume she read my mind. He's my best friend. I really need to get out of this place so I can find him. From the cell she's in, I can hear a sigh. It's Casper right? Your name? I nod, not realizing she can't see me. Um, is your name Casper or not? I figure out that she can't see me and then answer, shit, uh, yeah. My name is Casper. I can hear Sonya chuckle, I return the laugh and then stop with a happy sigh. Nice to meet you, Casper. She sticks her hand out of her cell's bars and reaches to my cell. She puts her hand out for what I assume to be a handshake.

   I crawl to the corner and grab her hand. We both stick our heads out to see each other's faces as the handshake ensues. I give her a grin and she returns it. This is the first time since 1889 that I've touched another living person that isn't a guard. Once we let go of each other's hand, we pull ourselves back into our cells. So, Casper, how did you get stuck here? I sit up against the wall between our cells and look up to the ceiling. If I'm to be honest, I don't remember. There are a lot of things I don't remember. Sonya sighs, So you've been here for that long? I shake my head and look to the ground, combing my fingers through my hair roughly. I've only been here since just before the beginning of the war.

   Out of nowhere, the hall door swings open again. The sound of someone's feet pats the floor as they make their way to my cell door. Today must be on of those days. I stand up and meet eye to eye with the scyra across from me. However this time, it's not the 'mastermind' behind these prisons or the war itself. I'm met with a Urian-scyra boy around my age. He has two hearts on his cheeks, one is upside down. "I'm so sorry, I don't want to do this." He blows part of his snowy white bangs out of his eyes, which nearly match Tahain's purple glimmer. He opens the cell door with a key before grabbing my shoulder and sending what feels like a lightning bolt through my body.

   Everything goes black.