Chapter 1: Awake Raven's(Rachala) Pov
Inky blackness…..
All I see is black. Blinking my eyes wearly, I could make out familiar blue wings. Chocking back on a sob, I thought she wasn't alive. After what seemed like hours, the other stirred.
"Rachala? Is that you?" In relief, it was just my closest friend Denio.
"Yeah D. It's me. Where are we?" It was harsh, but it was loud enough for her to hear.
"Not sure. I can't get my flame to work. I'm worried. Can you see anything?" It was a blatant question, but I was thankful for being part cat. Using my ears and cat eyes, I tried my best to scan the room. Nothing. Just darkness…..
"No. Nothing." Denio tried to moved, but I could only hear her grunts and frustrated sighs as a result.
"Damn, can't move." She sighed, her breaths ragged, probably tired from trying to get free. I tried. No luck. I blinked more, blackness turned to grayness, greyness turned to a light grey. I could make out large tools. My heart started to race, already trying to recover from what happened when Slade almost killed me. My friend Crimson, the son of the kisihn Asura, thankfully saved me. It still haunted me. I wondered if he…
"We need to get some help Rachala." Denio's voice startled me from my thoughts. I nodded and thought for a moment.
"We need to find a way to get help." She repeated.
"Maybe we could call for help." I suggested, and it seemed to me that she could see me as well.
"Yeah. That's a good idea."
"HELP US! SOMEONE HELP! GET US OUT OF HERE!" We screamed as loud as we could.
"Ahhhhhhh. I see our subjects are awake." We froze in horror, not evening daring to breath.
"Now, we can start." The deep voice called, a blur of matted color strode over to Denio, pulling a cart of odd shapes. A sick feeling panged in my stomach, feeling that we were more than subjects then, and I feared the worse thought I only had once when Slade almost killed me; we were going to die.