Saving Me
Prologue: Escape
POV: Blackfire
Hey! This is my first TT story so go easy with the reviews please and yes I actually plan to finish this story. Yes…I can see the shock on your faces…ahem…onwards.
I sat in my cell, glowering down at the metal cuffs on my wrists. I had been trying to prefect this new trick of mine for quite some time now. These damn cuffs were resistant to my purple starbolts and I'd found that out the hard way…
You have no idea what it is like to be in solitary confinement in a Tameranian prison. So cold and uncaring you can become in a place like this…if you weren't uncaring already such as myself.
I do believe it has been a year since my fight with my sister for the crown of Tameran…She was probably off in that oddly shaped tower she loves so much trying to, and possibly succeeding, win the affection's of Robin. Honestly I don't see why she loves Earth so much the air is filled with such smog and the people are covered in disease. I would rather go to one of the darker planets…yet Earth is a good hiding place.
A year then huh?
So for a year I've been fed nothing much craps of Snarps (1) and Chikates (2), which I am very unfamiliar with…
I'm supposed to be here for the rest of my life, but that seems to be a rather grim factor that I do not intend on fulfilling. If I prefect this trick then I will be free, give or take a few fights and dead guards…
I have had so much spare time that I began to notice small things and began to contemplate other things…My starbolts, the energy from me…I always had been able to shoot them accurately from a great distance, but I thought that was just skill that had come from picking fights every now and then…Oh how wrong I was…I realize now it is because I control wind, air, one of the four elements.
However useless that talent is in open space does not matter when it is useful in a prison cell. I spend my time pulling air into the small slot that is fit for the keycard that locks and unlocks my cuffs on my wrists, which are directly linked to the cuffs on my ankles by some scientific invention I know almost nothing of.
If I could pressurize the air just right, I could unlock said device…And what had I better to do than just that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I continued to stare down at the metal, my eyes concentrating on the keycard slot, air flowing in and out of the slot, shifting and forming different pressures to fit the slot just right…shifting more…swirling.
Click.
This is the end of the prologue; chapter one will be posted soon. Below is a dictionary that I will update with each chapter when I use Tameranian words. I HAVE MADE UP THESE WORDS AND DEFINITIONS!
Snarps: Small rabbit like beings with pink fur that populate Tameran; when cooked they are very dry.
Chikates: Rather small duckling like yellow birds with fluffy tails.