He prayed it was one of his smaller mistakes. A small mistake usually wouldn’t have landed him in here, though. Two cells at the depths of this prison, both beside each other, only separated by indestructible bars. Usually, he would try to escape the grip of these guards and run. Run as far as he could. Perhaps he would, had he not been so tired. Tired and sick of everything. He just wanted it to be over with. To be tossed in the cells and be forgotten about, hopefully be offered eternal sleep. Though he knew the cells were only the beginning.

Once, he would have make a remark to the guard about how they might as well throw him in a pit, but when they tossed him in the cell he found himself unable to speak. As his knees thudded on the floor, part of him let go of any shred of hope he might of had. Cold. All forms of warmth evacuated his body. Even with the window in the cell next to him, rays of sunlight entering, it was not enough to keep his joints from nearly freezing.

He hadnt even noticed the girl behind the set of bars as well. The boy could have sworn he yelled in his mind and it did not escape his lips. It only was the beginning of his delusions. Since he did in fact yell out at the sight. A girl with hair the color of fire in two equals braids. Her face… Her face appeared to have been melted off. Where a nose should have been, there were only breathing holes. Lips that were crusted off and replaced with healed burn marks. Eyes filled with pure anger, staring right at him. Burning holes through him

“What’s wrong with your face?” He asked her, not a hint of contempt.

“Magic used against me. Fire hands.” Those fire-filled eyed glanced him over. “My own hands.” She looked away and to the floor. “What is your business in here.”