Age of the Xenti: The Mirroring Realm

Prologue: Captured

      I abruptly woke from deep sleep with labored breathing, wide eyes, and my wrists wrapped in chains of solid steel. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I looked around the large room to see a small moth-infested lamp hanging from the ceiling as the only source of light. In the corner, a deserted metal folding chair sat. The floor was dusty and I was set in a chair alike the other.

Energy began to surge in my beating chest. Anger, sadness, the whole melancholy of the situation caused my hands to glow.

The freezing cuffs broke free and fell to the floor with an ear-splitting clang. My breathing slowed to normal, but I was far from calm. To be fair, nobody is after being captured.

I stood up and dusted off my thighs, then rubbed my wrists to relieve the pain from where the cuffs once stood. I was about to wander around for an exit from the small dungeon when the locked door creaked open. I turned and could barely make out a manly figure against the blazing light, even when shielding my eyes.

"Hello, Miss Cerone."