To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

Again

{Felicity's POV (unedited)}

My vision was blurry as my eyes opened them slowly. My hair fell onto my face as I tried to stand, but I was pulled back onto the cold cemented floor, like the chains, held my hands together.

The numbness was all I felt, but I started regaining my consciousness, and I felt the pain surging through my body.

My head felt dizzy, and my memories came through in front of my eyes. 

Oh no. What had happened? Why did I get hit so easily? Why didn't I sense it was not my pack members?

What was my damn wolf doing?

I tried contacting her, but she couldn't respond. Silver. She was taking the pain again. I need to get used to this, if my life is revolved around silver chains, and waking up in different places.

I looked at the silver bars, that gleamed in the dim light. The walls were the same color as the cemented floor, but I knew it looked worse than where I was kept before.

It looked like a black and white vision, but with different shades. The only color that I could see were those yellowish eyes that had a little blood-red dot that looked black, pierced through the darkness into my soul.

I tried to look closer, but the wolf was hiding beneath the shadows which made it impossible as he kept staring at me. He looked caged, the same situation as I was in. 

I tried to guess where I could be, but the most obvious clue was that I was captured into a pack when I was drunk off my head, and this time I had no one with me. 

With a closer look, I noticed the walls that looked like they were going to crumble. 

Oh, dear Moon Goddess. Give me a break, please.

I tried to feel my powers, but I felt nothing. Why do my powers never show up when I really need them to?

My emotions kicked in, and I felt the pain growing, but my sleep wouldn't budge. I put my head straight down on the floor, and came back straight up, faster than ever.

"Ow," I said, feeling the wound behind my head.

I need to escape. Now or never. At least a chance. May you, Dear Moon Goddess help me survive this misfortune. 

The lock on the silver bars was also made of silver, but the handle was made of wood. Could that be a chance?

As I thought, my eyes slowly drifted to the wolf in front of me, who gave me a sly smile. 

How does he do that? I couldn't still see his face, but I could see his eyes and that stupid smirk.

Concentrate, Felicity. You can't die here. Damon would be disappointed in us. That would be the last thing you would ever want to do.

I looked around the floor. Don't these people know the definition of cleanliness? Where have I even got to now?

Wood Chips scattered on the floor, with a bit of natural light that came from the cracks on the walls, far beyond us.

Silver doesn't harm me. But it harms my wolf. Why don't I?...

Could I detach myself from my body? The thought seemed so wrong, but my wolf could help. 

My mortal self would stay here and remain unaffected, and my wolf could help me escape while recovering the silver.

Coming to think of it, they didn't put too much effort into putting me one piece.