The Stars Whispers

~Chapter 1~

The single light hanging from the cracked ceiling barely lights the small cell Dahlia calls her bedroom.
Shes never known anywhere else to be, shes grown up in this cell, bound to the ground by iron chains that suffocate her hands. But it's better than being outside. Constantly looking up at the endless dark sky filled with nothing but the memories of a war long lost.
She doesnt have to deal with any of it.

The people of Anillia have never tried to talk to Dahlia in the 13 years shes been in this cell. And there right not too. No matter who they where Dahlia would bend them to her will and force them to free her just so she could feel the crunch of the dead dry grass that covers the kingdom between her toes and smell what little air they have so high up. Dahlia has only done so once, But one thing is now different. She no longer has her wings

Curled in a corner of the cell hiding in the darkness Dahlia stretches her arm over her shoulder and touches one of the two gashes down her back.
The soldiers sawed them off when she first landed in the kingdom.
They believed she was an assassin sent from the ground to do the darknessess job, little did they know she was the only prisoner the clipse king took captive during the war, who now controls the ground. And Dahlia has no clue why she was taken only that it was for the first 4 years of her life and she has no memory of what happened. All she remembers is flying through the dark sky, her large black bone wings soaring through the air and her black hair whipping in the salty wind as she lands in the floating kingdom of Anillia.

"Dinner" the soldier bangs on the iron door saying. The tin tray slides under a slot in the door with who knows what on it. Food nowadays is low and they wouldnt waste the good stuff on me.
I narrow my eyes on the door pulling all my strength into my thoughts.
Open the door
"You can stop trying, you know iron stops..." he drags off, clearly wondering what it is she can do. And too be honest, shes thinking the same thing.
His foot steps die away as he walks further away from the cell without speaking another word.

Dahlia has never been able to fully understand what she is capable of. When she first landed in Anillia she discovered that she could control people. How? She didnt know. And she didnt have time too discover anything else. Soldiers began following her the instant she landed, and when she compelled someone to her will, they attacked, and everything went black. Next thing she new she was chained in a cell. With one window, a metal bed attached to the wall, along with a toilet and a sink.

But no wings.
Only two long gashes of scarred skin.

Her blood begins to simmer in hunger, begging to feed. Not on the substance on the floor but on the soldiers own blood as her anger builds.

Dahlia drags her legs close to her chest and stairs out the bared window into the ominous sky.
Until screams where riding the wind through the kingdom. Followed by a loud mighty roar that shook the islands core.
That roar was nothing from this kingdom.

They had butchered a four year old as if I where a chicken ready to eat Dahlia thought as the roar continued, maybe they'll all get butchered in return