Chapter 0: I hate prison
End up in a prison is not in my mind for a very long time. I have been doing the same thing for almost 20 years never screw up anything, but now I am trapped inside a prison-like some stupid drunk person. I still cannot control my little temper, every time I saw that face, the smirk on that humans face...well before I start sharing a story with you, I need to get the hell out of here. Now let's look where are the exit and locks. Hmmmmm...The guard is coming towards me. I think I know him. Yes, he is that fat dude who lost 5 gold to me at the bar in some dice game. Okay, he is looking for someone, definitely not the drunk man next to me. He points at me and
"Cyron come here!"
I come forward he cuffs my hand and drags me to the next floor of the prison. I know this place very well, been here when I was a rookie. He brings me to the cells on the top floor. I saw a man locked in one of the cells. Appearly he is the only person is not free on this floor till now. The guard throws me into the cell opposite of this man. Then the guard just walks out of the room. That man looks familiar, they call him a hero or something and I believe he has a bunch of friends. Out of curiosity, I ask him:
"Hey man, how did you end up here?"
"(Celestial)"
Oh, celestial...totally don't understand. My priority right now is finding a way out, Hmmmmm, no tools and a simple lock. I look around the room and find our there is a raven flies into my room with a small metal rod between the beak. It looks like my chance, I tried to catch the raven it went in air and land on the side. I tried again he does that again. I think raves like maggot right. I will just need to find some maggot in the cell. Which is easy. I saw a fat maggot and feed it to the raven then successfully gets the rod.
I look at the lock for a second and realize this is too simple. Just to show off my skills. I cover one of my eyes with one hand and pick the lock with my other hand. After a satisfying sound, the door is pushed open by me. The man is still lying on the opposite side looking cocky and saying some words I totally don't understand. An interesting thought goes through my mind. Maybe just maybe I can use him for my plan and his friend will be helpful too. I walk to his door and again cover my eye and open the lock. The sound of the lock open always satisfy me. The man gets up on its feet, push me away and turn left towards the stair, the way a guard will go. He looks determined. Just try to remind him:
"Pal, wrong direction"
He doesn't listen and keep heading forwards.
"(sigh)I hate prison."
