Disclaimer: I own the plot but not the world.

Sunlight trickles in

Soft unlike the harsh, beating rays of the sun

In the dungeon everything was dulled

Apart from the pain

He didn't know how long he stared at it

The single reminder that there was a sun

He didn't know how long he had been there

Chained against the wall

Guards at the door

But none of this was important

Only the lingering rays

The single symbol of hope

That was vital

A Red Jewel hung around his neck on a silver chain, which held it up acting as its wings. Silver was his color, silver like the moon shone amid him scaffolding him to life. How precious this jewel was only he could comprehend, others would only assimilate from there own experiences. None of them were threatened with its annihilation. The jewel was his soul, his everything, the tread that tied him together. Without it he was nothing.

"Everything has a price." The words hung in the air a thousand tons.