Nadia Navarette - Somewhere Around Galvez Prison
Chapter 01: Mystification.
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Small claps are heard, reverberating within the depths of an abyssal room. No lights, no visible landscape and, if it wasn't for those sounds on the background, it would truly be nothing itself.
A figure of relatively small height is seen. A female, of average proportions in the bodily department. A mixed look of fright and deed scattered uniformly across her face, the velvet darkness serving as a blanket for her unstable looks. Hand against her chest, as she slowly advents across the room of nothing. Clapping from her shoe heels serving as the only companion she's got for the time being.
As far as she was concerned or, as she could remember, that is, it was one mistresses' fault in particular for where she was: justice. Vague, short memories ran across her head, and she could only recall the word "prison" correctly amongst the ruckus. At least, that's what she thinks she heard.But was it really a prison where they were? And why was it all so empty, so full of nothing but nothing in its mere essence? Where is she?
As the thought flickered by, she realized that, wherever she was at as of now, there certainly wouldn't be an exit around. As the thought struck by, she could feel a tear streaming down her face, falling into the ground, making a loud splashing noise that would otherwise be inaudible anywhere else. She couldn't get out, she didn't even know where she was. She was sure she'd just die out wherever she was before coming close to an exit. She'd let everyone she's trying to make up something up for and...
And she'd let her mother down.
As if on cue, her legs fail to hold her as she falls to the ground, her hands barely holding the rest of her body to hit the equally darkened soil (or whatever equivalent there is in nothing). Maybe it was gravity intensifying, maybe she was feeling very weak, she's not able to tell, as her mind is placed in several other things at once. The amount of tears running down her face has increased vastly, first one, then a couple more, and, by the time she knew, her nose was red, and her eyes flooded.
She had to find a way out. She just needed to. For everyone, for her mother. For herself, for Nadia.
Clenching her fists and forcing the stream of tears to stop, she takes a deep breath. Crying is not an option, for her name is Nadia.
And Nadia doesn't let people down.
A sudden rock from the carriage forced her to wake up, gasping as she opened her eyes wide open in sudden realization. She wasn't on that room, after all. However, the thought of being in a carriage along with several shady-looking figures wasn't precisely pleasing, either, tied like they were some kind of threat for mankind. It is in this moment, that she realized. Hearing the word "prison" was no coincidence. They were taking them there, that was for sure. As the cabin rocks around ever so constantly, she decides to observe the demeanors of those around, as if wanting to verify their destination. A slight layer of uncertainty was covering her face, but she tried not to show it too much.
"So...can any of you guys use magic?" Spoke a man, almost bald, patches at the sides of his head. Simple attire, consisting of a brown tunic and rugged pants. Nadia stared at him, but didn't offer a reply. Or rather, she couldn't find the strength in her to open up her mouth and speak.
However, he was soon interrupted by a threatening duo, which she didn't care much to analyze, aside from the spears of moderate size they were wielding. She watched the exchange, and how the man that had spoked was hit on his head. She let a small and quiet gasp go as she quickly placed her hands over her mouth, her legs rising up slightly in reflex to the situation. And it just happens that, during this exchange, she received confirmation on their destination. They indeed were headed for a prison.
And it didn't seem like a nice place.
She decided to examine her companions for a bit, seeing it was a rather rounded and colorful group.
Maybe we could join forces and escape... But they would find us. And maybe we'll still stand a chance, or maybe we won't. But we don't even have our weapons. Thought of the like were conflicting as she looked down in disappointment, examining her feet as they swayed from left to right, accordingly to where the carriage tumbled next time. She tried to remember something,anything, but she couldn't. The only thing that she could relate to her current dilemma was the word "prison", and for some reason, the mere sound of it, gave her goosebumps.
There was a rather brimful exchange. Some were ghosts, some were hurt. They all regretted something. However, none of the prisoners seemed to be capable of establishing a conversation, or they rather preferred not to. She could understand if they didn't, they all probably had their own reasons for refraining from speaking.
She looked towards the figures that were guarding them, and stared at the wardens with an empty stare, her mouth slightly opening as she found strength to speak.
"Why us? What did we do?"