Dimitri sat staring out a barred window, just hoping he would finally get out of there. He had been in a lot of jails. Not because he was a criminal, well in their eyes he was. This was the 8th prison he had been in 2 years. His own people had put him in here. Because he went against their orders. He saved a baby after he killed its mother, hoping that saving the baby would redeem himself for killing the mother. The only thing it got him was a one way trip to prison. In the end it didn't matter that he had saved the baby. The captain took the baby and twisted it neck, killing it instantly.
He got up stretching all his aching muscles... They had beat him once again, hoping to get a skim of information from him. No matter how times they tried, they never got anything. It's not that he wasn't for talking after what his people did to him. It's just he didn't want people to find out his secret. If he told them too much about Russia. It wouldn't be long till they figured it out.
Dimitri looked at himself in the mirror and didn't even recognize himself. They had done a number on him this time. A long cut, starting from his forehead down to his chin then back up his face to his forehead in a V pattered. It was deep as well, that would definitely leave a scar. Bruises covered his arms and torso, some worse then others. His lip now fat and bloody, also he couldn't bend his index finger. Hopefully it isn't broken.
His honey blond hair now black with dirt and blood. His defined muscles now replaced with weak useless muscles and a skinny body. The only thing that hadn't changed was his eyes, they still gleamed with life.
Dimitri sat down on the makeshift bed of straw. His mind wondered to Luna, his loving little sister whom he left to protect. He didn't want her to know about their past, she deserved a normal life like he never had.
Abruptly a figure walked out of the shadows and into the panel of moon light. Still his features were undefined; the only thing certain was the gender of a man. The figure bowed low to him almost on his hands and knees. This brought back memories Dimitri tried to forget. The man hastily unlocked the door and dropped his eyes to the ground.
"Your highness, I'm here to bring you home. I am Galvin Drum." he said bowing low once again.
"You are not Russian; therefore I am not your prince. Leave me in peace please." Dimitri said calmly.
"Actually you are my prince... Russia is winning the war and now Ireland is now under their control. Please come with me if I don't bring you back they will kill my family." Galvin pleaded with the young prince.
"I do not wish to return to that life, a life of war and nothing else. Besides after what this place has done to me, no one will recognize me." Dimitri said shaking his head.
"They will know it's you, please Prince just come. I do not wish for my family to die," Pleaded Galvin Drum once again.
"Very well, Galvin I will…come with you." Dimitri gave up.
"Thank you Prince, they have also sent me in search of Princess Luna. Do you know where I may locate her?"
"No!" roared Dimitri. "She is not your responsibility…she's dead." it hurt Dimitri to say this though he knew it was the right thing to say. She shouldn't have to live with constant war, at least not being in the middle of it.
"I'm sorry sir."
It was silent after that, the only sound were the other prisoners screaming to the heavens to get out. The one thing Dimitri wished he wasn't. for he was going back to the life of no freedom. Galvin Drum backed his way out of the cell making sure to keep his eyes to the floor. He hoped that this prisoner was indeed the prince. He walked out of the cell and down the torch lit hallway.
Dimitri looked around the small cell, to the hay bed then to the barred window. Letting out a sigh, he followed the man. Dimitri didn't even know that by leaving he would change the world.
