The yellow eyes glowed from the darkness that lay just beyond his cold cell and a young, Elven woman stepped into the light. She looked like she could be in her early to mid-twenties. Her jet black hair flowed behind her and the jewelry that dangled from her pointed, Elven ears twinkled as she walked towards him. Then in an instant, she was in the cell next to him. He wasn't even scared. Not in the least. There was something incredibly calming about this woman, and when she put her hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him….

he woke up.

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DJ woke up to the sun shining on his face through the trees that were above him. He squinted and shielded his eyes form the sun with his arm. His uncut black hair, that went to about his shoulders, was messy and tangled from rolling around in an uncomfortable hammock for most of the night since he had managed to drink himself into an alcohol induced sleep. With a yawn, he slowly sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the hammock and got to his feet with a little wobble. He reached inside of his jacket and pulled out a flask of whisky and after unscrewing the cap, he shook out the last remaining drops onto his tongue and he sighed.

"Damn…no more…" he sighed and shook his flask a few more times before closing it and sticking it back inside of his coat pocket. DJ stretched and looked around. Honestly, he didn't know where he was at all. He just got really tired last night and he didn't exactly trust his current ship to go on auto pilot for several hours. So he just picked the closest planet and landed. It was a nice night so he set up his hammock and decided to get blackout drunk until he had to leave again. He must have succeeded because of all the empty liquor bottles scattered around his hammock. DJ was rubbing his temples as the hangover headache took over while he packed up his stuff to leave…this is when things started to go wrong for him.

"There! Arrest him!" DJ looked up in alarm when he saw a group of people running at him. They were all men with long hair and pointed ears and they were all holding what looked to be high-tech bows and arrows. (Like a futuristic/sci-fi version of wood elves) "Freeze! Put your hands up!" One of the men ordered him. DJ preferred not to stir up more conflict than necessary…plus, he could break himself out anytime he wanted. So he put his hands up and he let himself get arrested and thrown into a cell on an unfamiliar planet with a species of Elvish people he's never encountered before.

Though, this wasn't the worst prison he's ever been in. Everything around him was slightly more intriguing than boring. Yet…it was still a cell and he was still bored…so he decided to sleep. After his provided dinner, he would make his escape plan.

"Here's your dinner." DJ jolted awake from his nap and he looked up and his eyes widened immediately at what he saw. He leaned back in his cot and his jaw hung open slightly at who was standing next to him. It was the woman from his dream last night. She had the same glowing yellow eyes, the black hair, pale skin and even the twinkling jewelry that decorated her pointed ears. She frowned and furrowed her brows at the prisoner.

"What are you staring at? Eat." she told him, pushing the tray of food in through an opening at the bottom of the clear cell door. She was genuinely curious about why exactly he was staring at her…but she wasn't exactly supposed to make small talk with any of the prisoners but something about this guy made her stay.

"Uh, n-n-nothing…" he paused. "What's-t's your name?" he suddenly asked her, slightly surprising her with his stutter. The young woman looked down at him in shock as he sat on the edge of his cot, his elbow resting on his leg so his chin could rest in the palm of his hand. Something was strangely charming about that and the Elvish woman couldn't help but blush slightly and stutter out a reply.

She let out a scoff before speaking. "Wh-why do you want to know?" she asked, her cheeks turning pink. DJ chuckled a bit and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Just-st-st won-wondering," he said nonchalantly with a small smirk, suddenly pretending not to care. He put his hands behind his head and his leaned back in his cot, propping his feet up as well. He was about to close his eyes when the woman finally spoke.

"Fiona."

"What?" DJ opened his eyes again and he raised his browsl

"That's my name. Fiona Nushala." she told him. DJ sat up and he walked towards her. Fiona backed up a bit and DJ put his hands up, showing her that he meant no harm.

"F-F-Fiona, huh?" he asked. Fiona nodded her head and DJ grinned.

"Call me, DJ." he said simply. Fiona raised her brows and she nodded her head.

"DJ. Interesting…" she said softly. Fiona was starting to take a good look at this mysterious and ruggedly handsome prisoner. He was obviously human because of his features. That and the rounded ears gave it away. He had tan skin and messy black hair that was slicked back and went to about his shoulders. He had dark, tired eyes and dark bags under them. He looked grungy all around but he was handsome in his own way. "Nice to meet y-"

"Fiona!" The two looked up quickly and Fiona turned around to be met by a taller male swiftly walking over to her. He was obviously of the same species because of his ears and other features. He had brown hair and was wearing a green tunic and brown pants and boots and a long green cape. He was obviously at a higher rank than her. "You know the rules. No talking to prisoners." he barked at Fiona, making her jump and DJ flinch a bit. Suddenly the male elf looked at DJ for a moment before looking at him up and down and then made disgusted face, making DJ's blood boil a bit. He's been given those looks on many occasions by people who live in the upper class, no matter what they looked like or what planet or dimension they came from. DJ was always looked down upon as a rat and a scoundrel and he had taken pride in that a long time ago.

"Yes, sir." she said. The male elf chuckled and his thumb brushed her cheek slightly. This made DJ looked up and raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"You know you don't have to call me sir." he said softly. Fiona frowned and nodded.

"Yes, Ethlando." She said quietly. Ethlando smirked and he walked away.

"I suggest you get back to work soon. And I also suggest that that filthy prisoner keep his mouth shut." he said snidely and walked away, his long cape flowing behind him. Silence followed for a moment after the encounter with Ethlando.

"What-t-t-t a creep…" DJ sighed as he sat back down on the edge of his cot. Fiona turned around and looked at him. She scoffed at him.

"Excuse you," she started. DJ smirked and looked up at her. "That creep just so happens to be the general of our king's military. He's a brave man and a strong soldier." Fiona tried to stand up for him but they both knew that the general…was a huge snob. DJ just shrugged and he started to lay back down on his cot with his arms stretched behind his head for support.

"Wh-Whatever you s-s-say, princess." DJ teased with a playful smirk on his face. Fiona just furrowed her brows at him and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a princess…I'm a guard. Lights out. Good night." she said quickly and turned out the lights in DJ's cell and she quickly walked away to finish her rounds then go to bed herself. DJ chuckled and closed his eyes. At that moment, he decided to rest up here because maybe he would see this Fiona girl again tomorrow.