Authors' note: I don't own Ben 10. Also, I just wanted you to know that this story was greatly inspired by Gaurdians of Ga'Hoole, book 1, The Capture. Why am I telling you this? Because it's a good book. Read it. Now. (P.S. I don't own Gaurdians of Ga'Hoole either)

Chapter 1: The Grand Place (or Day 1 at Prison)

I tried deasperatly to recall any memory. I gently brushed the blood-soiled bandages on my forehead. How did I get this? I thought. I foucused as hard as my foggy mind could. My work payed off, but at a low pay. I could remember a bright green flash, then multiple flashes everywhere, of all colors. There was warm, comforting singing. Then a girl yelled something in panic, and I saw a hole in the curtian of light in front of me. I saw something shine in the hole, then before I knew it, my head was engulfed by excruciating pain. With the memory, two emotions lingered: extreme fear and confusion. But that didn't explain why I was here. Then, interupting my train of thoughts:

"Morning, sunshine," Someone said.

I hit my head on the top bunk out of suprize.

"Careful, now. You've gone through enough. Can you get up?"

I looked at the man who was talking to me. He was outside the room, leaning on the bars. He was wearing something similar to a... mob control outfit, or something, save the helmet, sheild, and weapons. He took out a ring of keys and opened the cell. He entered, then closed the cell almost imediatly after entering. He walked toward me.

"My name is Sir William. I'll be your caretaker." He took out a flashlight. "Look to your right." He turned the flashlight on and flashed it in my eye. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts," I replied. Then, I pointed to my bandeges. "How did I get this?"

"Don't know," He replied. "We found you in the middle of the forest. You nearly bled to death. Do you remember anything?"

"Flashes," I replied. "Bright flashes."

"Ha. You must have been at a rave or something."

That actualy made sense. The flashes, the music, the yelling...

"Can you remember your name?" William asked.

"No." While I was replying, I remembered the girl in my memory yell something along the lines of "B-", but before I could tell him-

"Until we find your family, your name will be 10-10. This is the Grand Place," He threw his arms up as if he had just given me the grand (no pun intended) tour, "your new home."

"The Grand Place?" I asked.

"You can call it TGP."

"But you mean new home for now."

"For now? Why would you want to leave? Isn't it wonderful?"

I would have been just as shocked if he had turned into a unicorn instead. "Wonderful?" This place looked like prision. "Sir Willia-"

"Please, call me Willy. We're all friends here."

"Okay, Willy, what's so wonde-"

"Shh!!!" He interupted. "Don't ever insult the Grand Place!" He acted as if I had just detonated a bomb. "But trust me, this is just a room. Once you see the rest of TGP, you'll learn to love it."

I hoped he was right.

"Come." Willy grabed my wrist. "You have to meet the others and see the rest of TGP."

"Uh... okay..." I stammered. As he grabed my wrists, I noticed two thick silver bracelet things on them. We walked toward the bars. Before he unlocked the cell, he brought both my wrists up to chest hight.

"I'm sorry, but it's the Official Code of TGP. Page 2, section A1-1, all newcomers must be kept in a saftey band unless in their room." The silver bracelet thingys on my wrists glowed, then stuck together. "Don't worry, if She likes you, which she will, She will allow you to walk around TGP without saftey bands." He unlocked the cell.

"Who's She?" I asked as we walked out of the cell.

"The great founder of TGP."

"When will I meet her?'

"When she thinks your ready." We walked down a stone-colored hall. There were cells at both sides of me. Some empty, some with injured and sleeping residents, some with injured, confused, and frusturated residents. They all had bandeges on their foreheads and diffrent colored bands on their wrists. But none of the bands were as thick as mine. Why? I thought. Did I do something wrong already?

"Those are newcomers, like you." Willy explained.

This place really looked like a prision.

We exited the hall and entered a large room (not a cell, an actual room) that looked big enough to fit two houses inside. It had a dome-shaped celling, and, ofcourse, it was stone-colored. It looked like some sort of mess hall. It had two windows high up on the wall near the celling.

"This is the dining room/ meeting room. Here, you will eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If there was an announcement to be made, it would be made here." William explained. He took me to a table labled "10-". "Sit here. These people will be your new friends." The residents at the table began to introduce themselves.

"Hi, I'm 10-04," a girl with aqua- colored hair and I shook hands.

"Hello, I'm 10-12," a boy with a british accent greeted me.

"Hi, I'm 10-16," an African American girl said.

I waved. "Hi, I'm 10-10."

Willy smiled. "I'll leave you four to talk." Willy left from my view.

I smiled at my new friends. Then, I noticed the scars on their foreheads.

"Please tell us you remember something about your past," 10-04 begged.

Does everyone here have amnesia? I thought. I solemly shook my head. They all semed rather dissapointed by my response.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't kick yo self," replied 10-16.

"Yeah. Tis not like it's your fault you got amnesia," 10-12 told me.

I smiled at them. Maybe this place isn't so bad, I thought. But then, my eyes wandered to something that was moving in one of the windows. I saw an owl perched on a tall tree outside. As uncertian as I was about TGP, I knew for a fact that this owl was female. Her chest and belly were bright white, and her back and wings were fiery orange, mabye red in the back. She had frecklie spots on her wings and back. Her pure white face was heart-shaped, and her black pool eyes dugg deep into me. The first thing I thought was: Isn't so bad? I'm in a freak'n prision and no one here can remember a thing!

Authors' note: Yup. I added a Tyto-Alba to the story. That's how much I love Gaurdians of Ga'Hoole. And also, I am fully aware that I wrote place and not palace. Read and review, please.