A/N This is my first fan fiction so any advice is welcome! Enjoy!
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"... And lastly prisoners 372 and 373 have seen reason and switched to our side, Sir." A shadow guard stands in the doorway and has just finished giving his daily report. In the room is a desk, one chair and very little else save a window and the man in front of it. Drakar, lord of Darkness, creator of pain fear and misery.
"372 and 373?"Questions Drakar, "Hm, which ones were they again?" The guard swiftly consults a clipboard.
"Aliesha is 372 and 373 is..." he flips a page, "Regina. Sir." Drakar smiles, Regina and Aliesha are both key parts in his plan. The whole operation would be useless without them.
"And Evalyn? How long until she joins us?" The shadow flinches at Drakar's inquiry. That was the exact question he had foolishly hoped would never come.
"P-prisoner 888, Evalyn D-dragon-Rose Hunter, seems immune t-to any and-d all c-conversion techniques, S-sir." The guard stutters and trips over his words, but Drakar is too absorbed in his own annoyance to even acknowledge the shadow. Damn that girl, he silently raves, I could complete my plans with just two of the three sisters, but I'd rather not. Drakar curses and slams his fist into the window frame, causing both the window and the guard to jump.
"Send in the witch," says Drakar while trying to regain his temper. The guard, glad to dump the lord's anger on someone else, bows and steps out, backing strait into the person he was supposed to find.
"Clumsy oaf." The witches face is hidden except for one glowing red eye and raises a snake painted arm to point five fingers at him, each with a black nail painted with a yellow arrow. That was the last thing that shadow guard ever saw.
"Honestly Medusa, do you have to destroy all of my Shadow Warriors?" Despite his words, Medusa, the snake witch, had helped get him back into good humour. "Anyway, I need you to... convince a certain prisoner, number 888, she's proving to be quite resilient."
"It will be done."
My ears twitch. So, they're finally sending in the witch, hm? I test the ropes binding my wrists behind me one last time; if I'm to succeed in getting out of this place I can't have anything go wrong. My eyes are covered with a long strip of smooth cloth, silk I think. It doesn't matter anyway, my hearing is more than enough to get me out of here. I'm under ground and I can still hear Lord Drakar in his office thirteen stories up. I don't even know why they put a blindfold on me, it's not like there's anything important in the room I'm in. Just me, four walls and one of those windows that look like a mirror from one side. Once I overheard one of the people in the cell next to mine say that it's because my eyes make them nervous, but I rejected the idea. Shadows can't feel fear. I hear the snores of the guard behind the window/mirror and know I won't get a better chance to escape than this. I focus my hearing and listen to Medusa's agonizingly slow foot steps go down the stairs one at a time. With a sigh I rest my head on the wall behind me. I haven't moved from the corner I was thrown into when I was first brought here, bleeding, bruised and exhausted. I still remember the events that brought me here, though they seem as if they happened to someone else.
The village called Ghost was preparing for the first anniversary of the defeat of the Kishin Asura, a celebration of a whole year of peace and sanity, but we were fools. While we were on the verge of celebrating a victory of the forces of light, Darkness was gathering around the weak minded and slowly turning them against their own friends and family. Ten weeks before the anniversary, my tiny village was attacked by Lord Drakar's Shadow Warriors, evil and heartless creatures created by the nightmares of man. They captured my friends and I remember running to find a mirror, to inform Lord Death of this new threat, but every single one had been broken by the high pitched, scream-like war cries of our enemies. There was nowhere to hide- how can you hide in the shadows when they are the exact thing you are running from? Instead I grabbed my older sisters hands and ran, not even slowing when I heard Father's screams of pain. Eventually, my sisters fell to the ground, unable to match my speed and stamina. I tried to get them to stand, to run with me a bit longer, but they told me to go on without them. And I did. Alone I ran, ignoring my hunger, my exhaustion and my sorrow. After five weeks, (the people of Ghost are able to live without taking care of basic needs for two months before dying) I was finally caught and brought here. Now, I have lost all track of time and only know that I have to save those who are still fighting against the Darkness, no matter what. I have to hold back tears when I realize that, that no longer includes my older sisters, the twins Regina and Aliesha; sobs would wake the guard.
It takes a while, but finally the witch's steps echo from outside my door. Medusa's nails click on the doorknob and she takes a breath to say something. The knob twists in slow motion and the door is open and I only hesitate for a millisecond before barreling into Medusa, ridding myself of the ropes moments before impact. We both fall, but I'm the first to get up and I take full advantage of the head start. I listen to the echoes of my footsteps bounce off the walls, quickly navigating through the labyrinth of cells. When I reach the stairs I practically fly up them, taking them three even four at a time. An alarm wails somewhere and I tune it out, focusing instead on the slap of my bare feet on the cold stone. I reach the landing on the main floor sooner than expected and almost trip, catching myself at the last second. With a click of my tongue I reveal an exit in the form of an empty office with a window. When I try the door it's locked, but with a running start I throw myself at it and it snaps at the hinges; I back up again to repeat the action with the window. A door slams open behind me and jolts me into action and even though my shoulder aches I ram into the window, stifling a cry when the glass pierces my skin. I hit the ground rolling and get to my feet in an instant. Running is my skill, no one's faster than me, so I do what I do best: Run. I kick up sand behind me, smiling and laughing at the taste of sweet, sweet freedom.