So here we go, Book 2 Chapter One :) So since I've been pretty busy lately, I haven't been able to do a lot of this story and this chapter probably won't be that long but I will try and do more. Just thought I'd upload the first chapter just to give you an idea of what's happening in this book. Anyway, enjoy :)

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She pushed the long tangled hair out of her face as she made another scratch on the wall. She smirked as she heard the guard outside groan in annoyance. "I asked you to stop that!" he spat, glaring at her through the small barred window. She just continued to smirk until he rolled his eyes and returned to his spot. "Newby," she scoffed.

She and the other prisoners were excited to hear of new recruits, something new to annoy. The older guards were used to all the crazy noises and sounds that often emitted from the cells, usually choosing to ignore it. The new guards though, they jumped at the slightest noise. Though she was sure the appearances of the prisoners was enough to scare them, even hers.

She had turned fourteen a few weeks ago, she was sure and she looked nothing like she had when she first came in. Her short hair had grown into a long, tangled mess of black and her skin had become paler than it ever had been from spending hours upon hours in her dark cell. Her eyes, once full of life, had dimmed and become empty. If someone held up that retched wanted poster beside her, no one would be able to tell the two were the same people. Not even herself.

She spent countless hours thinking of ideas on how to escape but as each day past, she seemed to become more certain of her fate. But she was determined to get out; she would not die in the cells, left to rot. She would escape and she would find someone to help her master her element. And if she saw Kai again … she would regret ever knowing her.

She threw away the small stone she'd used and just sat there in silence, willing sleep to fall upon her. She curled up in her poor excuse for a bed and observed the dark ceiling. She longed for the day she'd escape that place.

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"Get up!" The guard screeched. The cell doors opened and all the prisoners shuffled out into the yard. Anala scowled at the fact they were treating them like animals. She bumped into some familiar prisoners on the way, people she wouldn't call friends, just prison buddies. She sat in the corner farthest away from the others, observing the large wall, trying to think of any escape plan she could but nothing came to her mind.

"Hey," a boy her age muttered as he walked up to her. She narrowed her eyes since she'd never seen the boy before in her time in the stupid place.

"Hello," she said slowly, still unsure of his motives. She'd gotten into a few fights with the other prisoners because they've had disagreements about something small or one of them had tried to touch her inappropriately. Though she'd always come out on top, she always had the smallest cut or a broken nose. Her nose, which used to be very straight, now had the slightest bump where her nose went straight before it snapped out of shape. As if someone was trying to draw a line and the object they were using slipped, making the line bend in an odd shape. It wasn't very noticeable but still there. She wasn't in any mood for a fight, and if the boy decided to start something, she would definitely rip his head off. "What do you want?" when he just shrugged she stood and moved away from him. "Then leave me alone," she snarled as she travelled to the other corner and sat, her back facing the others.

It wasn't often they got time to spend in the sun, but when they did, Anala savoured it. The warmth on her skin made the fire inside her spark and she wanted nothing more than to produce the tiniest flame. It was dangerous, she knew, but she couldn't resist making a small flame in her hand after making sure that no one was watching her. She smiled as it flickered in her hand. She quickly extinguished it as she saw a guard turn to look her way.

She spent the rest of the day lounging in the sun, trying to regain the colour she had lost. The boy who'd talked to her before was now being lectured by a guard. At that moment she knew he was a new prisoner. No one that had been there for more than at least two months would ever in their right mind be lectured by a guard and not turn around to punch them in the face.

Looking around at the other prisoners she grew disgusted. She was living with people who had done worse things than her and yet she was in the prison for life. One man was in for murdering a whole village, his own people for that matter, single-handedly. He was allowed to leave in ten years. Yet, she stole a few little things and apparently it's not acceptable. She frowned, it hadn't been her idea in the first place.

Though she wasn't happy about where she was, she sat and waited it out. She wasn't going to do backflips, smash stuff and climb over walls just to escape. She'd wait until the perfect moment presented itself. And when that moment came, she would escape and everyone will wish she hadn't.

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That night the same new guard stood at her door, more alert than he had the previous night. Good, he's learning, she thought bitterly as she crawled to the stone she'd thrown away the other night and she started to scratch at the wall. She smiled in victory as she heard him sigh in annoyance, watching as his figure swayed into her view.

She turned back and made another scratch on the wall. She was surprised, however, when her door was practically ripped open by the new guard. He stood at the door, glaring at her like an enraged animal. "I told you to stop," he snarled.

She wasn't concentrating on him however; she was watching the keys in the keyhole swing back and forth. Her eye narrowed and her lips curled into a menacing grin. What a fool, she thought as she stood. "Make me," she said simply. It was enough to make him snort with rage and charge towards her. Though her bones were fairly week, she easily sidestepped him and sent him flying onto her. She slammed the door behind her and turned the keys, locking the door and smirking at the guard as her grabbed the bars and looked at her. "Unlock the door!" he shouted.

She smirked and repeated "Make me," before running down the hall before anyone could come and investigate the loud pleas for help. Other prisoners called out to her, begging and demanding that she let them out. She figured that since none of them had really been nice to her in the beginning, she'd just leave them, only taking the time to smile cockily at them before she burst from the prison gates, making her way into the trees to freedom.