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Escape
Unforgiving shards of shattered stones cut into his legs like daggers as he ran across the harsh outside, barely keeping up with the rest of the crowd on his unsteady legs. Dark red lines spread from the backs of his knees, and as he ran the slices reopened and he grimaced as he felt warm blood trickle down them.
"Iwa! Where are you Iwa!" Recognising the harsh voice, he stopped his escape to look desperately around the crowd for the familiar maroon spikes he'd grown accustomed to.
"Erik! I'm here!" He shouted, continuing his search for one of his few friends. The crowd was beginning to force him along, and he had no choice but to move and yell at the same time.
"Iwa! Iwa! I can't hear you Iwa!" Came back a now muffled, quiter reply, barely heard of the din of rushing slaves.
"Erik?! Erik where are you?!" He was beginning to tear up, salt water slowly dripping down his face. C'mon, Zaki! Keep it together!
"I'll find you Iwa, after all of this!" The statement was heard from somewhere far away from his current location, and he strained to hear it.
"Erik!" He knew it was futile, but he still called for his friend as the crowd finally forced him into one of the dingy's. Fearfully, he clutched onto the orange crystal in his pocket, feeling it's sharp edges dig into his palm. The pain, however, bought him back into reality, and he was able to quell his fear, if just for the moment. Organising his thoughts, he began to think back on the events that had just occured.
Banging echoed down the corridor as stampeding people rushed down the corridor, smashing open the rust locks with equally rusty metal bars.
"Your freedom is close!" Yelled a female voice from above the rest of the slaves, who Zaki identified as a scarlet headed girl he'd catch talking to Erik sometimes. "Help your unknown comrades finally be free from this hell!" As his own cell door was torn open, he rushed to grab a broken bar from the hands of a trampled man. Barely sparing a moment, he tore the pole from the pale, cold hand and his own warring cry mingled with the roar of the buffalos around him.
He hoped he could find Erik.
The stone laid so innocently, dimming a dull orange and he held it in his palm, uncaring of the now dried blood that covered it. The body of a guard lay to the side, pounded like tenderized pork by the now bent bar that lay in his other hand.
He wasn't sure what made him pocket it. He just had an odd... connection to it.
He reached another moment where he was unsure why he did what he did.
He saw the guards rush the brave instigator.
He saw the flash.
He saw the hunched shape of an elderly man splay his arms in front of the charge.
The words tore from his lips.
All he could see was orange.
Prologue part 1 done! I'm planning on adding multiple parts to the prologue as I felt that this was too short. Please review and tell me if you like it and what I should do to improve! This is my first fanfic so I appreciate all criticism!
-JellyCow