This chapter may be a lil brief. *cough cough* fine, A LOT brief. I can't seem to put my attention here... argh... *runs around in circles hitting brain* Just hope you guys can accept this.

The next day, after the scheme she explained was burnt into my mind, I sprang into action. The next time the guard came, I leaned out a thin finger among the bars to charge a spark of deathly energy into it, and gave myself a hiss of triumph as it collapsed onto the floor with a groan.

Then I slammed my fists onto the bar- and my heart leaped as the bars finally shatter to worthless pieces of scrap metal, fluttering to the floor softly.

I got up- it was as hard as climbing a wall, since I had no energy to cope with the movement. When I did, I slipped into the shadows, praying as hard as possible for the skeletons to not notice me among the blanket of darkness. Then I slithered away into the blanket of darkness, hoping no one would notice.

Oh, god, why didn't I bring a GPS?

I breathed out a sigh of relief as I saw no one suspicious of my absence, and wandered away in hope for reaching a bright hole of a dam or a entrance forgotten to be closed by a clumsy skeleton. Not risking to let a bloom of energy illuminate the darkness, I had to gulp and grope for walls, praying I don't hit something I wasn't supposed to.

Suddenly, a crack pried a leak on my soul, as I looked around for anyone. I started to hear discussions, murmurs and some clowny statements. I started to lean on the wall, holding my breath and force the fear and panic to back down as the skeletons's steps slowly came paddling on the wet ground.

As soon as one of them spotted me, I encased my fist in a powerful sphere of energy and smashed it onto one of them, and they toppled down like a stack of domino. Shouts grew, but quickly sealed by my hand, and, the next minute, they were in pieces.

Letting myself breathe once again, I let a small spark dance on my fingers, and rummaged around the bones to find a ring of keys or some passport that I can use to escape or something. The only thing I found was a small paper, some toothpicks, and a wad of something pink. I don't think it's bubble gum.

I unfolded the paper and what I saw was gibberish. Mostly doodles, then some words that somehow resemble 'Garmadon = ninny'. Suddenly I feel bad for beating up the guy who wrote that. I shoved the paper into my pocket, and looked at the toothpick, grinning in faint triumph.

Now I have a weapon.

I looked back, the back of the mind rained with curiosity of where the mystery girl was now. Probably abandoning me and doing her top secret stuff. Slowly, I groped to a wooden door, and my heart leaped and got stuck at the bottom of my throat. Automatically, I fished the toothpick open, and started clicking away on the heavy metal lock that seemed impossible to lift.

After minutes of that, irritation flickered into a small flame in me, and tempted to grow, overwhelming my patience. Finally, I stuck the toothpick back into my pocket and pressed my palm on the lock, concentrating. It felt so good, the power radiantly going down your veins, energizing you, the sun seeming to shine right down at you.

As soon as the lock was removed, I slowly let the door creak open. Every creak seem to drown my heart little by little in trepidation, and sweat started to form beads on my forehead, my hand touching the toothpick slowly, the fingers encasing around it, ready for any upcoming ambush.

My feet stepped into a place of pitch black, and I let a light bloom in my fingers.

Thousands, literally thousands of skeletons had their eyes fixed on me, mouths curved into a nasty grin, swords raised, led by a skeleton I recognized.

"It's her! She killed three of my friends!" It screamed, and I felt like fainting.

I missed one at the fight. It escaped, and brought thousands.

I growled, my hands forming a sphere of a powerful crackling silver energy, ready to knock down few of the minions of evil. I may be as weak as a bone, but I am not powerless.

"Are you sure?" One of the skeletons with black armor and bigger eyes than the others raised a invisible eyebrow, and confusion stirred in the smallest part of my mind. But the whole body felt numb when one of the warriors brought a girl in messy hair, and a tiara with a gleaming emerald.

The mystery girl was barely semi conscious in its grasp, her arms covered in bruises, the prize of being beaten up.

"Go, youngling. Do not care about me."

I can't leave her alone. She helped me, she showed me the way to escape the entanglement of poison.

My soul felt beaten up, cold, starving, helpless.

The fire of hope quickly flickered as I kneeled in front of them, a silent move of defeat. "Do what you want with me, idiots." I muttered, and the girl closed her eyes.

"You're the idiot."

They tied me up, but kept a knife to the girl in case I tried to do anything. They even had another one at the back, in case I tried to take off one of the knives.

Lord Garmadon let them have the opinion to punish us, and they did. They were gonna kill us in the worst place ever. I was hungrier than ever, too weak to use my power against them. I can practically eat the ropes bounding me.

Just let me die.

I looked back. The girl was still asleep, unharmed. I breathed a sigh of relief, and silently hoped Ashlyn and the others were still at the Bounty, safe and sound.

Finally, my death has come, when the skeletons finally came to pick us up, and led us to the waterfall. My soul feel like lying on the ground and never rising again. I would, after a few minutes. As soon as I reached the tip of the waterfall, the girl finally woken up.

The water spilled spectacularly to the ground, creating magnificent waves of rainbow, a thunderous sound as loud as a group of proud galloping horses. It was a lavish view, yet now, it was just a pit of death to two girls. I gulped as the skeletons gave votes on who would die first.

"Hm, do you think the silver girl should go first? The black haired one seemed too pretty to go."

"No, Corpse, shut up! The girl should go first. She let the girl escape."

"Uh, let's choose straws!" Someone screamed, and I groaned, despite the grim situation. Boys.

But my heart was clenched by a icy hand all the time, until one of the skeletons cried yay, and my heart plummet. The bony warrior walked to us... the time seem to drag...

before his finger landed on the girl.

I glanced at her direction, my heart creeping up with ice. Her face was untouched by fear, only a bold, indestructible face of courage stood still on her face like a mask of rock.

"WAIT!" I screamed, before the skeletons shoved her down to death, the girl turned her head to me, aqua eyes gleaming.

"What's your name?" My voice was so fragile, I don't think she can hear it. But she did. She lashed a small dagger at the skeleton who was handling her with a sharp accuracy of her finger's shot, and it toppled over on the others, a small chance of escape.

"Evera Akemata." She whispered, and plunged to her death.