Chapter 4: Prisoner

Meanwhile……

Sam's eyes fluttered open. Where am I? She thought staring blankly at the stone ceiling that must have been at least 40 feet above her. She became painfully aware that she was lying on top of something small and solid. She sat up "whoa, where am I?" Sam muttered aloud. She looked around at the sold grey walls circling all around her. A tiny barred window about 10 feet up was the only break in the monotonous stone walls. She blinked, rubbing her eyes, this couldn't be right, she was just at school….. She looked down on the hay covered floor she was sitting on. She turned around to see what she had been laying on. There was a small green glint in the hay, and she reached out to grab it. To her surprise it was a emerald about two inches wide and three long, in the unmistakable shape of a leaf, the workmanship on it was extraordinary, every detail of the leave life like and precise. She stared at it for a while, admiring the green shimmers threw on the wall when the sun hit it, it was without a doubt, the most beautiful thing Sam had ever seen. She reached down to put it in the pocket of her uniform, but there was no pocket, she looked down to see that her plaid read and white skirt was gone, replaced with a beautiful forest green skirt that when only halfway down her thigh. It had white edging with was looked like emeralds and peridots woven into the hem of the skirt. She fingered its silky surface. She also noticed that she had a belt, it was made of white pearl with a large emerald embedded in it, as she looked closer at the belt, she made out strange marks like nothing she had ever seen. She also noticed that she was wearing a forest green tube top of the same silky material,. She could just make out something on the chest of her top; it was a design, of some sort, with a river in fond of a hill, and a crescent moon at one edge and a star at the other. She looked down at her feet to see white colored flat shoes with strings that crisscrossed up her leg to just right under her knees, and tied in neat little bows. She stood, and stared upon at the ceiling again she could just make out a trap door at the top, that blended right into the stone ceiling, a grey wood, that looked slightly out of place. " wow I'm in a pit or something" Sam said out loud and then "wait a second, how did they get me down here without killing me?" at that moment the felt a little warmth and vibration from her hand, she looked down to see that she was still clutching the jewel she had found, but now it was glowing and vibrating softly, she dropped it, startled. The moment it left her hand it stopped glowing and vibrating and landed silently in 3inch deep hay. "hmm, that was odd, I wonder what-" Sam's mumbling was interrupted by a tiny voice

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity" Sam jumped, she hadn't realized that she was not alone; she looked around the small, circular prison, searching for the owner of the voice. "Being able to hear me is the second" the voice muttered.

"Who said that?" Sam asked, looking up, to see the trap door still closed.

"Yep, your thoroughly on your way to insanity" the voice said.

Sam looked down at the hay covered floor, and then to the beginning of the wall, there she noticed a small white mouse staring unblinkingly up at her. "No" Sam said to herself "it can't be…"

"There you go again, muttering to yourself, and yes, for information, I am the mouse." It said with an indignant tone.

"Huh?" Sam said unintelligently still not believing that the voice was coming from the mouse.

"I'm the mouse" it said "deal with it."

"But, you're a……" Sam groped for the right words "talking mouse" she finished lamely.

"I'm a talking mouse, you're a listening human, your point was?"

"Wait what do you mean I'm a listening human?" Sam asked

"Mice have always talked; you humans just never took the time to listen"

"Oh.." Sam said, confused, "but…but…."

"But what?"

"Oh I don't know," Sam said, sighing "I don't know anything, why shouldn't you be a talking mouse? I'm in a strange place with way different, but awesomely cool clothes, not to mention I'm in some sort of pit dungeon, and does everybody in this place understand mice?"

"No" the mouse said simply "only you, they don't have time to listen either."

"But…but…why?" Sam asked confused

"Well, I suppose because you are one of them." The mouse said, then seeming to realize something said "No! Your one of them" it said.

"One of who? Or what?" Sam asked

"One of the chosen" the mouse replied.

"The chosen for what or whom?" Sam asked, getting impatient

"One of the deliverers" the mouse replied with what Sam could swear was reverence.

"Deliverer of what?" Sam asked impatiently.

"To set us free from the Kzares."

"The WHAT?" Sam asked, but before the mouse could give another short and un-satisfactory answer, there was a clang, and the mouse disappeared into a small burrow in the hay. There was a creak, Sam looked up to see the trapdoor opening, on a unknown impulse, she quickly kicked some hay over the emerald, hiding it from view. The trap door opened and a hideous face appeared in the square hole. It was a sickly shade of green, with a crooked nose, small beady black eyes, and a simple line for its mouth, its face covered with disgusting warts.

"Ahh, the prisoner is awake" cracked a voice just as ugly as the face. " I guess you must eat, I wouldn't feed you, but" it said with regret in it's voice as if it was missing some great fun keeping her alive "masters orders. And with that he started lowering a small wooden plank that had a wooden bowl and pitcher on them, when it reached the bottom, the rope un-hooked it's self from the plank and was receded quicly back to the trap door disappearing from view. The ugly face gave a screeching giggle that slightly resembled someone scratching long nails across a chalk board, and then the trap door was dropped shut with a loud band as it closed, leaving Sam in blessed silence, and shadow. Sam removed her hands from her ears which she had unknowingly flung to her hears to block out that terrible laugh. She walked over to the wood plank, and peered inside the pitcher, it was a clear liquid.

"Hm, I wonder if it's water" Sam asked out loud, noticing for the first time how terrible thirsty she was. She shrugged her shoulders desperate for something wet, even if it wasn't water, it would be better than nothing, she lifted the pitcher to her lips, and took a large gulp, just as she heard the mouse scream, "No! Don't-" but it was to late, Sam let the pitcher slip out of her hands unto the floor, landing with a muffled thump on the hay and spilling all its contents. Drowsiness overcame her, and she crumpled to the floor, letting herself sink into dark oblivion.

A.N. I know a little sort, sorry! R&R pleaz, thanks 4 reviewing everbody!