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PROLOGUE

The stinging sensation of the metal biting unto her wrists.

That was what it felt.

She winced as tarnished steel swept through the bleeding cuts which kept her suspended in mid-air. Weary arms strained to pull herself up but the fatigue from days on end in the dungeon had finally sapped her of her strength.

She could not help but wonder how her companion has fared in the seclusion. Valor was most likely locked elsewhere. She couldn't bear to imagine what he was experiencing. She never thought of caging him and yet here they were, broken bit by bit for information.

She tried to steady herself once more, earning a soft whimper as the metal bindings opened a new cut. A new rivulet of blood trickled from the fresh wound, decorating her dirtied arms with more veins of her lifeblood. What a grim spectacle.

The crimson flow descended to her tattered clothing; staining the worn fabric in a fresher shade of red. Her attire had survived the ordeal, enough to keep her decent. She had put up quite a fight. And yet, there's only so much a scout can do to a mob of armed men.

Pessimistic thoughts flooded through her mind; the confinement was wearing down her psyche. She tried to recount her steps, reevaluate each move. Each bated breath, each shift in the fabric- everything.

Everything had gone as panned. Valor was soaring in watch atop the rooftops, and her ever clever disguise to fool the locals of her ethnicity. How could this have happened? Who had unmasked her presence? The questions ceaselessly brewed in her tired mind.

Footsteps padded along the walls outside of her cell; it was enough to mull the hazy words in her head. The darkness of her cell served only to height the noises outside. Had the room not wafted with the stench of blood and sweat, she'd sure to have notice the much fresher tang of spilled blood.

She wet her chapped, bleeding lips; holding on a bated breath in anticipation. She wished it would not be the set of guards who'd constantly harass her of her heritage.

The noises grew in volume as they came closer to her location. She swallowed the harsh wave of bile, an earnest reminder of how long she has been without food and water. Her amber eyes focused on the steel contours of her prison. Light filtered through the small openings of the metal barrier, she could make out shadows.

And no sooner did the sounds stopped, in front of her cell to be exact. She secretly thanked her teachers for instilling the instincts that made her an elite scout. She hardly remembered the effectiveness of her skills indoors.

Shaking the thought of her mind, she focused once again upon the object in front of her. Hushed whispers filtered through the openings. There was no coherent thought to what they were conversing but she knew these individuals were a man and a woman. With the intonation alone, she could tell the smug attitude of the female.

She couldn't suppress the 'tsk' from her lips, effectively silencing the voices outside. Dread dropped unto her, filling her bloodstream with the insatiable anxiety of the unknown.

What were these individuals planning?

She noticed a guttural voice and the familiar slump on a body on the floor. Someone was dead. A jingle of keys filled the silence and she knew that she was soon to see the intruders. The Demacian steeled herself, eager to be done with the torment.

As a key was soon inserted unto the lock, light slowly filtered into the room. The metal barrier screeched in its movements, causing the scout to wince in annoyance. Her eyes were unaccustomed to the light, even by a candle, thus she had to squint in blindness.

Only then did amber finally found the light, did astonishment shook her. Had she lost any coherent thought, her arms would be slack in surprise. She quickly closed her mouth, which had gone agape in shock.

She let her eyes blink a few more times, telling herself this was not an illusion. She had her fair share of lies already. Gold irises turned to the stranger and with a hoarse voice through chapped lips, "You... Why're you here?"

Author's Note: Got the prologue back up. It was a little off that the document was uploaded incorrectly. Setting this up with revisions.

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