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"Maya?" whimpered Lucy. "I'm really, really scared now." She confessed, shaking against her sister.
It seemed that the voice, whoever it was, didn't seem to notice the girl's appearance, or it didn't think them worthy enough to properly cage, since they were not stuck in a four-walled stone prison individually, instead all three of them were in the same block, looking out to where they could clearly see all of the other warrior's stone prisons.
"Me too." Veena's voice wobbled as she spoke. "Viper! Viper!" she started calling out at the top of her voice.
"She can't hear us remember!" Maya snapped, in her tail she was subconsciously playing with a small square of tissue she'd used when she was faking sick and had forgotten about. "The walls are too thick!"
"Oh gods." Lucy whined and she felt tears well up in her eyes. "What are we going to do?"
"What everyone else is doing, play." Maya answered seriously, but she was shaking too and the paper in her tail was crumpling as she fidgeted with it.
"This is ridiculous." Tigress grumbled from her slab of prison and pressed with all her might against the stone.
She expected it to crumble, succumb to pieces like so many other stones she'd worked on. But it stayed completely solid, without a crack in its exterior.
"What is this?" She pressed harder against the rock but just felt more pain run through her shoulder and less progress being made on the rock.
She fell back against the other side of the prison then rammed into the wall once more, thrusting her whole weight against it, but it stayed rock solid.
Pain erupted throughout her shoulder and arm and she was forced to sit down. Cradling her arm, she glared up at the torch nesting in its bracket above her. Watching spitefully as the blue-black flame whispered into red and gold.
Master Shifu was taking a less physical approach. He stared at the rock surrounding him curiously, the pressed his hand against it, pushing lightly as if he was testing what kind of stone it was. It feebly crumbled away a little in his hand but made no more progress.
Master Shifu stepped back and admired the stone, his mind racing.
Him and his students were going to be facing a game, a very unfair and very emotionally-draining game. He had to let them out.
The warriors and girls sat in their stone prisons for hours. Well it must have been, there didn't seem to be a night or day down there in the temple's cruel stone maze, and there was certainly no way to tell time.
Occasionally, one of them would cry out, pleading desperately that another warrior would hear their cry and offer some form of comfort, but the voice had not been wrong, the stone slabs were too thick for voices to travel through.
Tigress worked for hours on end painfully slamming her body against the stone, sure in her mind that raw physical strength would save them from their predicament, but she was wasting her time, and her depleting energy.
Crane was trying to figure out a more logical escape from the prison, so he tried to turn it into a riddle he'd once learnt from an old scroll.
Imagine you're stuck in a room with no door, no windows, no fireplace, how do you get out?
Stop imagining.
The problem with this was that every time Crane did open his eyes, every time he pleaded it was all a nightmare or worry, he was met with the same sight; the same four walls of his prison. No matter how he imagined his escape.
Susan had been daydreaming when her escape plan hit her square in the face.
She'd been daydreaming about getting out into the open air again, living in that village like she wanted to and spending her days painting the mountains and the gorgeous forests.
When she remembered something. At once she instantly kicked off her black boots and starred down at the red earthy substance beneath her.
Surely, she could dig her way out?
She started digging at once, her paws scraping away the thick dirt and getting it caught under her nails, but she didn't care.
She panted heavily as she dug and was actually making some progress, her mood was considerably improving at that. She had an escape plan! She could burrow her way out of her prison and then help the others get out of theirs!
But then her mood fell even lower than before, her claws suddenly dug into something hard and she whimpered slightly in pain as she noticed the enormous slab of stone under all the dirt she'd just separated.
What a waste of frigging time.
The hours droned on and on and on. No one knew whether to be glad of their final minutes on the earth and except they were dying or keep trying to escape.
Every plan though, thus far, had evaluated to nothing except greater depression.
It wasn't only the depression that dawned on them, causing their chests to ache and wheeze, but the hunger, which crept in like a spirit overnight and made their stomachs crush in pain.
"Hello again," the voice boomed, some seventy or so hours after its first appearance. "I brought you all some food."
At that a tray of dull coloured dumplings and a simple cup of green tea was slipped into each of the prisons.
"As if we're going to eat that." Viper murmed to herself, "It's probably poison." Which was indeed the same thought playing around everyone else's brains too.
"It's not poisoned." The voice stated, as if he was reading their minds. "It's just food."
Fat chance. The warriors all thought instantaneously once more.
Po stared at the Dumplings on the plate and whimpered quietly to himself.
He was starving! He was used to three huge meals at the jade palace or even five when he was at home, here he hadn't eaten in days.
He reached out for the bowl then instantly slapped his own arm away.
You idiot! They're poisoned. He scolded himself.
But where they? The other side of his brain argued, the side aching for the comforting feel of food rolling around his mouth.
He reached for the bowl again and placed it in front of himself. Studying it closely.
It didn't look very poisoned.
He picked up an indiscriminate one and held it close to his jade eyes.
It definitely looked and smelled alright.
He nodded defiantly to himself and bit into the corner of the dumpling. It tasted simple and not nearly as good as his dad's recipe, but it did the job; making him feel full.
Not only full, but slightly comforted. He did eat when he was upset after all.
He bit into the dumpling again and then finished it, choosing another.
As he ate, he noticed he was becoming increasingly drowsy, his vision was becoming slightly disorientated and his head swayed for sleep.
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