(Alex's POV)
I stare out the window as I sit on the windowsill of my cell. I've been in here for the past nine years and I never knew why. All I remember is the screams of my parents, fire, and white glowing eyes. I shiver at the memory of them. Anything other than that is a blur, including why I'm in this dreadful prison. I've never been outside of this single room. Food appears at the door occasionally, practically every two weeks. Due to that, I'm extremely skinny. Most would say it to be unhealthy… and they're right. But I gain my energy from something else; nature. Any contact from any of the elements (like fire, water, air, etc.) and I obtain new strength. As a child, I always thought someone would come for me. But through the years, my hope shattered. I was only ten when I woke up in this godforsaken jail and I've been alone ever since. My purple-tipped light brown hair grew to such lengths that finally annoyed me into tying it into a side braid. My once vibrant purple eyes have dulled and I barely smile anymore. My single outfit (which consists of a pair of dark jeans, a navy shirt with elbow-length sleeves, black gloves, a gold and amethyst amulet, and black hunting boots that reach up to my knees) is tattered and ripped in several places, but they managed to stay together… somehow…
The greatest mystery I've coped with in the nine years I've been here was the fact that I have wings, dragon wings. It's like they were a part of me, even before I came to this place. I have a tail and ears to match, covered in purple and black scales that are almost as tough as diamond. I've had no contact with the outside world, seeing as the prison itself had been built in the middle of the ocean without any trace of the mainland or even an island as far as I can see. I can still hear my parents shouting my name every night in my dreams. I've never known what happened to them, which forces me to presume them dead.
Tap… tap… tap… The quiet drumming of my tail against the cold stone wall draws me out of my thoughts and I look away from the window, staring at my knees.
"Hey," My head snaps up at the voice, "You can't trap us here!"
"Yeah, we didn't do anything." A second voice says and my black cat-like ears swivel around, trying to find the source of the voices. Down the west hall, by the cafeteria, at least… five people.
"Just get in your cells," A third voice calls out. So far, they all sound like men, young, around twenty age wise.
"Well, this isn't good," The second voice complains.
"Yeah, no shit Adam," The first voice snaps back.
"Thanks for summing it up," A gruff yet kind sounding voice interrupts.
"Why are you guys getting angry at me?" The second voice, apparently Adam, asks.
"Well, we have no idea what we're doing! We just got kidnapped!" The gruff voice yells.
"Aside from that," A new voice said, "we need to figure out how to get out of here." Two different doors open next to me and are slammed shut, but I sit unfazed by it.
"Alright, I've got everyone in the same cell… except Adam and Tyler. Guys, which cell are you in?" The newer voice asks. The door to my cell is thrown open and I hear two thuds.
`"Ow," Someone groans to my left. I turn to my left and see two young boys, about twenty maybe twenty-one, the first wearing a red and black checkered hoodie and jeans and the other with a strange black suit and an amulet, much like mine, lying on the ground, clutching their foreheads.
"Adam? Tyler?" The voice asks again.
"We're alright," The boy responds, "But we have no idea what cell we're in. You sound close, Mitch, so I'm guessing we're in the cell next to yours." He looks around the room, spotting me as I wrap my wings around myself.
"Uh, guys?" Tyler, the boy with the checkered jacket I'm guessing, calls to the boys in the other cell.
"What is it, Brotato?" Adam says back. I hear him gasp as he turns towards me, following Tyler's gaze. I part my wings the tiniest bit to see the boys in my cell staring at me. I don't really take a liking to their conversation.
"Tyler, what… what is that?" Adam nearly shouts, pointing at me.
"Not a what; who. And I don't know. She was in here before us."
"Should we try to talk to her?"
"I don't know," The boy known as Tyler replies and turns to look back at me, "I'll try to talk to her." Ignoring him, I pull a small golden box that's attached to a golden chain around my neck from beneath my shirt and open it, my mother's lullaby twinkling softly and I quietly sing the words. ( watch?v=aRPyoPGO...)
"If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky. You can hide underneath me and come out at night. When I turn jet black and you show off your light. I live to let you shine. I live to let you shine. But you can skyrocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy. Far from here with more room to fly, just leave me your stardust to remember you by.
"If you'll be my boat, I'll be your sea; a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity, ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze. I live to make you free. I live to make you free. But you can set sail to the west if you want to and pass the horizon, 'til I can't even see you. Far from here where the beaches are wide, just leave me your wake to remember you by.
"If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky. You can hide underneath me and come out at night. When I turn jet black and you show off your light. I live to let you shine. I live to let you shine. But you can skyrocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy. Far from here with more room to fly, just leave me your stardust to remember you by… stardust to remember you by." I smile weakly at the memory of singing that to my little sister and brother when it was just me and them in the house. I feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I see their sweet faces flash across my mind. I part my wings and glance out the window, seeing the sky as if it is a canvas and someone threw pink, orange, and yellow paint on it.
"You two should sleep," I suggest without looking at them, "It'll be dark soon." I can tell they give each other a nervous glance, but they follow my advice and climb into the bunk beds on the left side of the room. I lean my head against the cold stone brick and my eyelids feel heavy. I let them close and I fall asleep.