FYI: The pets in this story are anthropomorphic, meaning they walk around on their hind legs, have bodies similar to those of people, have hair like people, and wear clothes, but still have attributes of their species (fur, paws, etc). The art on the following page is a good example: http://kawaiimiki.homestead.com/Art1.html (not including the one with the Zafaras and the paintbrushes)
Note: Pardon any views of any guild or species. It's just a story! ^.^
P.S: Thanks to Child_Dragon for lending me Rycio. For those of you who've read "As Told By Child_Dragon," Gala meets Rycio before C_D's pets do. Just so you don't get confused ^.^Thanks also to Memento_Ring, MitsueMikage, and puppy_princesslily, who helped me out, encouraged, and pestered me to get the story done. Now on with the story!
GalaLeFey opened her gold eyes, wishing she could fall back asleep. 'Hello pound,' she said to herself mentally, groaning as she stretched the stiffness out of her back. 'I hope this is the last day I sleep on concrete. I can't even remember the last time I slept on a real bed.' A loud bell rang, jangling and causing a few of the younger pets to yelp as they were jolted out of bed. As her door swung open, Gala checked the slightly ripped calendar. 'March 28th... oh yeah, yesterday was my birthday. I forgot, I'm 7 now...' Gala yawned as she changed from the rags she called pajamas into the rags she called pants and a t-shirt. Humming to herself, she walked over to a small basin full of slightly scummy water, with a sign just outside the walls marking it "Females". She reached down and unclogged the dirt from the drain, and the water began to spiral down. When it was empty, she pumped the rusty lever, sending some fresh water into the dirty stone basin. Quickly washing up with some of the stinging soap, she glanced in the scratched up mirror. Her red fur was scraggly, and her long black hair was in a messy tangled braid. 'Mirror mirror on the wall, who'll never be the fairest of them all?' She thought to herself, smiling bitterly at her reflection as she combed her hair with her claws, then quickly braided it again. She smiled sisterly at a couple 3 year old pets who were racing each other to the cleaning basin.
Gala looked around. She ruffled the short hair of a small yellow kyrii who was scampering off to the cleaning basin. "Be careful, Fidget! You don't want to slip!" She smiled as the little female nodded. Fidget wasn't her real name: it was actually sfggfsfg12345. Most of the pets had names that were impossible to say, so they had nicknames. Gala was one of the few pets with a name that could be pronounced.
A loud cow bell jangled as a pompous, overfed female pear chia named Poire walked through the heavy wooden door, pushing a large cart. Poire had been hired when krawk neopets began to pop up and prospective owners began to dump their other pets to make room. She smirked at the pets and tossed out a burst blue bouncy ball, a broken blue pencil, and a broken whistle. Some decrepit books, spelled against disappearing, were also given, before Poire opened another compartment in her cart, full of food. She gave each pet a different food: infested peaches to one pet, a snail sub to another, eye candy to Fidget, and maggot stew to Gala. Poire really hated Gala for some reason Gala didn't even knew, and always tried to make her life miserable. Just as she put down the maggot stew, she pulled out a piece of toffee and shoved it in her mouth, smirking.
"Like you need any more feeding, Poire," Gala remarked nonchalantly, as she tried to choke down her disgusting meal. Poire snarled and picked Gala up by the scruff of the neck.
"What was that, kougra?" Poire growled menacingly. Gala rolled her eyes.
"I said your bulbous mass doesn't need more sweets: you're quite fat enough." Gala grinned as some of the younger pets. Poire silenced them with a glance.
"You're gonna wish you never said that, kougra," the chia said through clenched teeth.
"Really? What are you going to do, sit on me? Or kill me with your disgusting breath? Can you say tic-tac?" Gala batted the air between them. Poire glared at her, and clenched her paws. Just then, tinkling bells from beyond the door attracted Poire's attention.
"I'll deal with you later, kougra." Poire dropped Gala and hastily made her way through the wooden door. Gala scarambled to be on her feet again and stuck out her tongue at Poire's retreating back. 'It's bad enough being in the pound, but to have a warden like that... insufferable. I wish she'd get what she deserves.' Gala thought to herself as she imagined various ways to punish Poire. 'Slime in her tea... mud in her bathtub.... dust in all her food...' Gala snickered to herself. A couple of the pets looked curiously at her.
'Every day, morning to evening. Taunting Poire and avoiding a blow from her fat paws, with decrepit toys and books to wile away the hours and disgusting food to keep us barely alive.' Gala sighed, and pawed through the meager pile of books, careful not to use her claws or touch a book with anything but a delecate touch, lest she accidently rip it to shreds. She carefully picked one out of the pile. 'Neopian Faerie Tales, my favorite!' She took the book, carefully putting back the pages that had fallen out, and bustled over to her cage with it. She leaned against the bars, trying to get comfortable, and opened the book.
Later that day, a little after lunch (Mud Pizza for everyone), Gala was still reading, the pizza only a slight interruption as she choked it down. Fidget, having finished trying to draw a picture on the ground with a piece of the pencil, scampered over.
"Gala, can you read us a story?" Fidget looked at her with round, innocent eyes. It made Gala want to cry, she was so hopeful.
"Ok, but you guys have a nap right after this, k? I can tell you're sleepy." Fidget nodded as abunch of other pets dropped what they were doing and assembled in a half circle around Gala, who sat crosslegged in the front.
"Once upon a time..." Gala got into the flow of the story easily. It was one of her favorites, about a faerie who was half elf and had been an outcast because of it. She had met up with the Renegade Faerie, and, when she met the love of her life, returned to FaerieLand to be the Faerie Queen, because her mother had been the Fae queen before her. A long time ago, Gala had learned she'd been named after this Faerie Queen, though she couldn't remember who had told her this. The book of faerie tale never mentioned the queen's name, referring to her only as the "Half Faerie" or the "Queen of the Fae." "And they lived happily ever after, or so they say." Gala looked up. She'd been so immersed in telling the story, he hadn't noticed all the young pets had fallen asleep. She carefully pushed them into their own cages, out Poire's way, in case the fat oaf should come staggering through their section of the pound. Gala looked through the rest of the books in the pile. 'How to Groom a Mynci; Kacheek Lore; Extinct Pets: the Badeek, the Tigren, and All the Originals; wait a second, what's this?' Gala stared at a book that was shaped and made to look like a door. On its cover was no title, but the one on the binding was "The Book of Escapes." She tried to open it but found it was stuck. She tried to pick it up, but it was too heavy. 'Poire never notices how many books she's put out or what their titles are. I doubt she even knows how to read. I guess I'll just scoot this book over to my cage and hide it behind the boulder she calls a bed. Yeesh, that thing is worse than sleeping on the floor! At least it makes a good hiding place.' Gala carefully pushed the book into her cage and slid it between the nook between her "bed" and the wall. She took a step out of her cage and looked at her bed. 'I can't even see the book. Perfect!' Gala turned around and found herself facing Poire.
"What were you looking at in there?" Poire asked, sneering.
"Just the beautifully comfortable bed you gave me. It's like sleeping on a cloud!" Gala said with mock earnesty. Poire stared at the boulder, befuddled. She reached in (Gala held her breath) and knocked on the boulder.
"Solid as a rock. The kougra's insane." Poire brought in some slabs of rock and adjusted them inside the cage, making it more like a stone and cement box rather than a cage. Luckily for Gala, the bed was against the wall, so the book was safe. Poire threw Gala into the chamber roughly as she fitted a slab of plywood on her door, carefully cutting out the smallest slot at the bottom. "I can't risk you hurting the other pets. Crazy pets are a liability. You're staying in here, getting your food through this hole, until I can figure out what to do with you." Gala nodded, dazed from being thrown into the cage and her head hitting the stone walls.
Gala woke up at dinner, as she heard a scraping noise. She looked in its direction and saw a Cup-O-Slime being pushed through the slot. She carefully grabbed it, swiping her claws at the pudgy paw the was holding it. A yelp from outside gave Gala the satisfaction of knowing she had punished Poire. 'At least now I have plenty of privacy to look at this book.' She pulled it into her lap, wishing she had more light. Luckily, the evening lights, the cheap florescent bulbs Gala had originally cursed because they stayed on all night, came on. 'Never thought I'd be glad to be in this annoying bright light.' Gala examined the book, and noticed there was a lock on the book. 'No wonder it wouldn't open.... but that's strange. It looks more like a lock for a door than a lock for a book. It doesn't keep anything closed in a way I can see, but the book is jammed. Hmm... I can pick the lock to my cage (or I used to be able to), I wonder if I can pick the lock of this door...' Gala flicked out a claw, and set to work, jostling the lock with her claw. A dry click told her she had been successful. She hastily opened the book, hoping for an explanation of how to get out of the pound. 'It won't be long before that idiot Poire realizes I'm not as insane as she thought and lets me out again.'
Gala was sorely disappointed when she saw what was in the book. Each page was covered with a pictre of a different type of exit, some holes, some caves, some doors, and even a ladder. Gala, annoyed, flipped through the book, looking for a page with writing of some sort. She found none, to her disgust. She tossed it behind the boulder and paced on the floor, rying to figure out how to get away from the ghastly pound, short of being adopted. 'I'm not going to be adopted unless I look like a good pet. I'm not gonna look like a good pet if Poire keeps feeding me slop and torturing me. Therefore, I'm stuck here forever unless I get myself out.' Gala sighed as she walked the length of her small cage for the tenth time.
Gala was wide awake all night, furious and wondering how to escape. By the time the lights flickered out, signifying the sun had risen, Gala was exhausted. As soon as the lights went out, she fell asleep, oblivious to Fidget's scratchings at her door and the three meals shoved into her cage.
Gala awakened as the lights flickered on at sunset. She stretched the kinks out of her muscles and hurried over to the book again. Instead of ranting over the pages, she began puzzling over them. 'Who bothers to make a book full of pictures of exits?' she puzzled to herself. As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a picture of a rough wooden door set in cement, much like the cement in her walls. As she stared at it, she began to think it was just like the cement of her walls. She reached a paw out to touch the door...
Instead of paper, she felt the rough surface of badly cut wood. She pulled back a paw, and, as she looked at it, saw there was a splinter in her paw. Gala pulled it out, wincing only slightly at the pain. 'This can't be a normal book...' She stared at the picture, and, on an impulse, slid her claws under the edge. The picture slid off the page, leaving a blank sheet of paper. Gala gaped at the flimsy image in her paw. She vaguely noticed the same image reappearing on the blank page. Carefully, she stuck it to the wall, smoothing out the edges. She took a step back from it, and as she did so, the picture stuck onthe wall seem to become solid. It grew to the size of a normal door, and the handle began to grow out. Gala gaped. She took her flimsy cotton blanket and, making it into a rough bag, stuck the book in it. She stuffed the foodin the bag as well, and then tried the doorknob. The door swung open, creaking only slightly as Gala slipped outside.
Gala took her first breath of fresh air in what seemed like an eternity. She went to close the door behind her, but as she held the handle, it simply melted away in her paw as the door faded into cement. Gala simply gaped. She pulled another door out of her book, and placed it on the wall next to where her door originally was. Gala opened the door, revealing a small yellow figure curled up on a bed similar to Gala's.
"Psst, Fidget!" The yellow kyrii woke up, and glanced at Gala. Realization dawned in her quickly, as she picked the lock of her own cell and then those of the others. Unfortunately, there was something Gala hadn't counted on.
"We're not coming with you," an aisha piped up. Many of the pets glanced at her apprehensibly, uncomfortable.
"Why in Neopia not?" Gala exclaimed, carefully keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake up Poire.
"Because they obey me," a low growl rumbled through the section. Fidget lived up to her name: she fidgeted. Gala bristled, annoyed and angry.
"Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" she hissed. The growl's owner chuckled and stepped forth.
"Very well." A large blue lupe strode out of the shadows. The krawk who had spoken before giggled nervously.
"He's Raz! He's strong and has all his marbles and Poire isn't mean to him!" the krawk quipped.
"Poire likes him? Is that a good thing?" Gala asked. Raz snarled.
"Poire's an idiot. She thinks I'll eat her if she tries to torment me. Think what you may, but these pets follow me now. I won't allow them to follow some lunatic pet on a wild goose chase. I don't want them hurt." Raz's voice rumbled like thunder.
"Neither do I, but I suppose the word of a crazed pet is as good as no word at all." Gala rolled her eyes. Fidget glanced at Gala and Raz.
"I'm staying here. It's scary and dark outside." Fidget shivered and entered her cell. Gala sighed.
"Take good care of them, Raz. I'll be back someday to free you all, I promise!" Gala waved as the door began to close and fade away. She could hear Raz's deep thundering voice consoling the pets, telling them she was only a lunatic and had an empty promise. "I promise." She whispered to the solid wall in front of her. She picked up her makeshift bag and walked into the nearby forest. Deep into the forest, she crept into a tree and fell asleep as the sun rose, using her bag as a pillow.
Note: Pardon any views of any guild or species. It's just a story! ^.^
P.S: Thanks to Child_Dragon for lending me Rycio. For those of you who've read "As Told By Child_Dragon," Gala meets Rycio before C_D's pets do. Just so you don't get confused ^.^Thanks also to Memento_Ring, MitsueMikage, and puppy_princesslily, who helped me out, encouraged, and pestered me to get the story done. Now on with the story!
GalaLeFey opened her gold eyes, wishing she could fall back asleep. 'Hello pound,' she said to herself mentally, groaning as she stretched the stiffness out of her back. 'I hope this is the last day I sleep on concrete. I can't even remember the last time I slept on a real bed.' A loud bell rang, jangling and causing a few of the younger pets to yelp as they were jolted out of bed. As her door swung open, Gala checked the slightly ripped calendar. 'March 28th... oh yeah, yesterday was my birthday. I forgot, I'm 7 now...' Gala yawned as she changed from the rags she called pajamas into the rags she called pants and a t-shirt. Humming to herself, she walked over to a small basin full of slightly scummy water, with a sign just outside the walls marking it "Females". She reached down and unclogged the dirt from the drain, and the water began to spiral down. When it was empty, she pumped the rusty lever, sending some fresh water into the dirty stone basin. Quickly washing up with some of the stinging soap, she glanced in the scratched up mirror. Her red fur was scraggly, and her long black hair was in a messy tangled braid. 'Mirror mirror on the wall, who'll never be the fairest of them all?' She thought to herself, smiling bitterly at her reflection as she combed her hair with her claws, then quickly braided it again. She smiled sisterly at a couple 3 year old pets who were racing each other to the cleaning basin.
Gala looked around. She ruffled the short hair of a small yellow kyrii who was scampering off to the cleaning basin. "Be careful, Fidget! You don't want to slip!" She smiled as the little female nodded. Fidget wasn't her real name: it was actually sfggfsfg12345. Most of the pets had names that were impossible to say, so they had nicknames. Gala was one of the few pets with a name that could be pronounced.
A loud cow bell jangled as a pompous, overfed female pear chia named Poire walked through the heavy wooden door, pushing a large cart. Poire had been hired when krawk neopets began to pop up and prospective owners began to dump their other pets to make room. She smirked at the pets and tossed out a burst blue bouncy ball, a broken blue pencil, and a broken whistle. Some decrepit books, spelled against disappearing, were also given, before Poire opened another compartment in her cart, full of food. She gave each pet a different food: infested peaches to one pet, a snail sub to another, eye candy to Fidget, and maggot stew to Gala. Poire really hated Gala for some reason Gala didn't even knew, and always tried to make her life miserable. Just as she put down the maggot stew, she pulled out a piece of toffee and shoved it in her mouth, smirking.
"Like you need any more feeding, Poire," Gala remarked nonchalantly, as she tried to choke down her disgusting meal. Poire snarled and picked Gala up by the scruff of the neck.
"What was that, kougra?" Poire growled menacingly. Gala rolled her eyes.
"I said your bulbous mass doesn't need more sweets: you're quite fat enough." Gala grinned as some of the younger pets. Poire silenced them with a glance.
"You're gonna wish you never said that, kougra," the chia said through clenched teeth.
"Really? What are you going to do, sit on me? Or kill me with your disgusting breath? Can you say tic-tac?" Gala batted the air between them. Poire glared at her, and clenched her paws. Just then, tinkling bells from beyond the door attracted Poire's attention.
"I'll deal with you later, kougra." Poire dropped Gala and hastily made her way through the wooden door. Gala scarambled to be on her feet again and stuck out her tongue at Poire's retreating back. 'It's bad enough being in the pound, but to have a warden like that... insufferable. I wish she'd get what she deserves.' Gala thought to herself as she imagined various ways to punish Poire. 'Slime in her tea... mud in her bathtub.... dust in all her food...' Gala snickered to herself. A couple of the pets looked curiously at her.
'Every day, morning to evening. Taunting Poire and avoiding a blow from her fat paws, with decrepit toys and books to wile away the hours and disgusting food to keep us barely alive.' Gala sighed, and pawed through the meager pile of books, careful not to use her claws or touch a book with anything but a delecate touch, lest she accidently rip it to shreds. She carefully picked one out of the pile. 'Neopian Faerie Tales, my favorite!' She took the book, carefully putting back the pages that had fallen out, and bustled over to her cage with it. She leaned against the bars, trying to get comfortable, and opened the book.
Later that day, a little after lunch (Mud Pizza for everyone), Gala was still reading, the pizza only a slight interruption as she choked it down. Fidget, having finished trying to draw a picture on the ground with a piece of the pencil, scampered over.
"Gala, can you read us a story?" Fidget looked at her with round, innocent eyes. It made Gala want to cry, she was so hopeful.
"Ok, but you guys have a nap right after this, k? I can tell you're sleepy." Fidget nodded as abunch of other pets dropped what they were doing and assembled in a half circle around Gala, who sat crosslegged in the front.
"Once upon a time..." Gala got into the flow of the story easily. It was one of her favorites, about a faerie who was half elf and had been an outcast because of it. She had met up with the Renegade Faerie, and, when she met the love of her life, returned to FaerieLand to be the Faerie Queen, because her mother had been the Fae queen before her. A long time ago, Gala had learned she'd been named after this Faerie Queen, though she couldn't remember who had told her this. The book of faerie tale never mentioned the queen's name, referring to her only as the "Half Faerie" or the "Queen of the Fae." "And they lived happily ever after, or so they say." Gala looked up. She'd been so immersed in telling the story, he hadn't noticed all the young pets had fallen asleep. She carefully pushed them into their own cages, out Poire's way, in case the fat oaf should come staggering through their section of the pound. Gala looked through the rest of the books in the pile. 'How to Groom a Mynci; Kacheek Lore; Extinct Pets: the Badeek, the Tigren, and All the Originals; wait a second, what's this?' Gala stared at a book that was shaped and made to look like a door. On its cover was no title, but the one on the binding was "The Book of Escapes." She tried to open it but found it was stuck. She tried to pick it up, but it was too heavy. 'Poire never notices how many books she's put out or what their titles are. I doubt she even knows how to read. I guess I'll just scoot this book over to my cage and hide it behind the boulder she calls a bed. Yeesh, that thing is worse than sleeping on the floor! At least it makes a good hiding place.' Gala carefully pushed the book into her cage and slid it between the nook between her "bed" and the wall. She took a step out of her cage and looked at her bed. 'I can't even see the book. Perfect!' Gala turned around and found herself facing Poire.
"What were you looking at in there?" Poire asked, sneering.
"Just the beautifully comfortable bed you gave me. It's like sleeping on a cloud!" Gala said with mock earnesty. Poire stared at the boulder, befuddled. She reached in (Gala held her breath) and knocked on the boulder.
"Solid as a rock. The kougra's insane." Poire brought in some slabs of rock and adjusted them inside the cage, making it more like a stone and cement box rather than a cage. Luckily for Gala, the bed was against the wall, so the book was safe. Poire threw Gala into the chamber roughly as she fitted a slab of plywood on her door, carefully cutting out the smallest slot at the bottom. "I can't risk you hurting the other pets. Crazy pets are a liability. You're staying in here, getting your food through this hole, until I can figure out what to do with you." Gala nodded, dazed from being thrown into the cage and her head hitting the stone walls.
Gala woke up at dinner, as she heard a scraping noise. She looked in its direction and saw a Cup-O-Slime being pushed through the slot. She carefully grabbed it, swiping her claws at the pudgy paw the was holding it. A yelp from outside gave Gala the satisfaction of knowing she had punished Poire. 'At least now I have plenty of privacy to look at this book.' She pulled it into her lap, wishing she had more light. Luckily, the evening lights, the cheap florescent bulbs Gala had originally cursed because they stayed on all night, came on. 'Never thought I'd be glad to be in this annoying bright light.' Gala examined the book, and noticed there was a lock on the book. 'No wonder it wouldn't open.... but that's strange. It looks more like a lock for a door than a lock for a book. It doesn't keep anything closed in a way I can see, but the book is jammed. Hmm... I can pick the lock to my cage (or I used to be able to), I wonder if I can pick the lock of this door...' Gala flicked out a claw, and set to work, jostling the lock with her claw. A dry click told her she had been successful. She hastily opened the book, hoping for an explanation of how to get out of the pound. 'It won't be long before that idiot Poire realizes I'm not as insane as she thought and lets me out again.'
Gala was sorely disappointed when she saw what was in the book. Each page was covered with a pictre of a different type of exit, some holes, some caves, some doors, and even a ladder. Gala, annoyed, flipped through the book, looking for a page with writing of some sort. She found none, to her disgust. She tossed it behind the boulder and paced on the floor, rying to figure out how to get away from the ghastly pound, short of being adopted. 'I'm not going to be adopted unless I look like a good pet. I'm not gonna look like a good pet if Poire keeps feeding me slop and torturing me. Therefore, I'm stuck here forever unless I get myself out.' Gala sighed as she walked the length of her small cage for the tenth time.
Gala was wide awake all night, furious and wondering how to escape. By the time the lights flickered out, signifying the sun had risen, Gala was exhausted. As soon as the lights went out, she fell asleep, oblivious to Fidget's scratchings at her door and the three meals shoved into her cage.
Gala awakened as the lights flickered on at sunset. She stretched the kinks out of her muscles and hurried over to the book again. Instead of ranting over the pages, she began puzzling over them. 'Who bothers to make a book full of pictures of exits?' she puzzled to herself. As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a picture of a rough wooden door set in cement, much like the cement in her walls. As she stared at it, she began to think it was just like the cement of her walls. She reached a paw out to touch the door...
Instead of paper, she felt the rough surface of badly cut wood. She pulled back a paw, and, as she looked at it, saw there was a splinter in her paw. Gala pulled it out, wincing only slightly at the pain. 'This can't be a normal book...' She stared at the picture, and, on an impulse, slid her claws under the edge. The picture slid off the page, leaving a blank sheet of paper. Gala gaped at the flimsy image in her paw. She vaguely noticed the same image reappearing on the blank page. Carefully, she stuck it to the wall, smoothing out the edges. She took a step back from it, and as she did so, the picture stuck onthe wall seem to become solid. It grew to the size of a normal door, and the handle began to grow out. Gala gaped. She took her flimsy cotton blanket and, making it into a rough bag, stuck the book in it. She stuffed the foodin the bag as well, and then tried the doorknob. The door swung open, creaking only slightly as Gala slipped outside.
Gala took her first breath of fresh air in what seemed like an eternity. She went to close the door behind her, but as she held the handle, it simply melted away in her paw as the door faded into cement. Gala simply gaped. She pulled another door out of her book, and placed it on the wall next to where her door originally was. Gala opened the door, revealing a small yellow figure curled up on a bed similar to Gala's.
"Psst, Fidget!" The yellow kyrii woke up, and glanced at Gala. Realization dawned in her quickly, as she picked the lock of her own cell and then those of the others. Unfortunately, there was something Gala hadn't counted on.
"We're not coming with you," an aisha piped up. Many of the pets glanced at her apprehensibly, uncomfortable.
"Why in Neopia not?" Gala exclaimed, carefully keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake up Poire.
"Because they obey me," a low growl rumbled through the section. Fidget lived up to her name: she fidgeted. Gala bristled, annoyed and angry.
"Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" she hissed. The growl's owner chuckled and stepped forth.
"Very well." A large blue lupe strode out of the shadows. The krawk who had spoken before giggled nervously.
"He's Raz! He's strong and has all his marbles and Poire isn't mean to him!" the krawk quipped.
"Poire likes him? Is that a good thing?" Gala asked. Raz snarled.
"Poire's an idiot. She thinks I'll eat her if she tries to torment me. Think what you may, but these pets follow me now. I won't allow them to follow some lunatic pet on a wild goose chase. I don't want them hurt." Raz's voice rumbled like thunder.
"Neither do I, but I suppose the word of a crazed pet is as good as no word at all." Gala rolled her eyes. Fidget glanced at Gala and Raz.
"I'm staying here. It's scary and dark outside." Fidget shivered and entered her cell. Gala sighed.
"Take good care of them, Raz. I'll be back someday to free you all, I promise!" Gala waved as the door began to close and fade away. She could hear Raz's deep thundering voice consoling the pets, telling them she was only a lunatic and had an empty promise. "I promise." She whispered to the solid wall in front of her. She picked up her makeshift bag and walked into the nearby forest. Deep into the forest, she crept into a tree and fell asleep as the sun rose, using her bag as a pillow.