Who we Aren't

Chapter Five)

Broken bars
POV:Puzzle

I think Uri is mad at me. She hasn't said a word since we arrived. I sit a stare at the stone brick wall. The bricks are grey cobble almost smooth to look at but the reality is that they are ruff and itchy. The floor isn't much better either. It's mad of the same rough stone just covered in straw and hay like we are animals. There's a metal bucket incase we need to go toilet but that's it. Two walls parallel to each other and a third wall but the only difference is at the very top there's a small gap and iron bars for daylight to get in it's still night so I can see the stars. I guess it's so we can count our days. Then finally the last wall of this square prison is completely bars strong enough to withstand extensive strength and the gaps between the bars are just short of being big enough to poke your head through. A cage that's what is is and the only door is locked with a key that's kept with the guards. I can see out of the bars to yet again another stone wall. It has a torch lit on fire and as I stare at the embers of the slowly dying flame until a gust of wind blows all the lights out. Everything is dark.
"Where did the light go?" Uri asks, fear suffocating her voice, "I don't like the dark." She said trembling and hiding her face away from the darkness
"I'm not sure maybe someone left a door op-" I was about to explain when I was interrupted by the sounds of screaming in the distance. I heard the guard from outside our cell run to check on the screaming and as his footsteps carried him away there was a flash of weapons and a loud thud. Slowly footsteps came back towards our cell. I was hoping that it was the guard but they sounded lighter and the gaps between each one was smaller. The next sound I heard was even more frightening and by this point Uri was clinging to my arm. It was like a scrape and a fizz.  A small orange light flickered from outside the cell door and then it grew as the torch, which had previously been blown out from the mysterious wind, lit up again. Stood there facing it was a girl.
Auburn hair tied back and a black cape that drooped down. She turned to face us with dissatisfaction written all over her face, like she was expecting more from such an elite organisation and yet... she was annoyed.