The young woman rubbed the tears from her eyes and pushed the damp tendrils of hair out of her face, somehow managing to get her fingers tangled in the thin chain that had once been on her forehead and was now tangled in her hair. “Oh stop crying like a baby and get a hold of yourself!” She mumbled to herself as she freed her hand, “You’re a grown woman not a child.” She paused for a second, “Yeah, a grown woman with a throbbing head, who has no clue of where she is and has resorted to talking to herself to fight the loneliness.”She climbed unsteadily to her feet. The dark-haired woman ran her hands up and down her body, looking for any sort of weapon in case she needed one. The damp tendrils of hair fell back into her face, “I really need to find something to tie back my hair; I hate it in my face! I have no weapon or any means of defending myself and absolutely no way to tie my hair back.”
She held her hands out before her and walked towards the faint flickering of light. “Wherever I am, that’s probably the way out.” She walked forward until her hands found the cool metal bars which enclosed that of her prison. She walked sideways, running her hands against the bars in the near total darkness, trying to figure out the size of her prison and a possible means of escape. Her hands fell upon the lock of the cell’s door, “Great, the lock, now all I need is a lock-pick.” She searched her outfit and her hair for anything she might be able to use. “I don’t have anything!” she shouted in frustration. “I am really starting to hate this world! AHHHHH!”
In her anger, her hands started to glow and the bars of her cell as well. There came a loud sound of creaking as the metal of the bars bent and twisted. “What’s going on?” She asked as the glow faded. The bars of the cell were now twisted and bent. “Maybe there is an opening that I can fit through.” She said to herself. She ran her hands along the bars again, looking for the largest opening. “Ah ha,” she said as she found one, “I’m not sure if I can fit through though.” She turned sideways and tried to get through but was not able to get more than a hand and a leg through the larger opening, “This is one of those times I really hate having wide hips and a big chest!” She said angry as she stepped back away from the bars.
She fought back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. “No! I won’t cry again! I will get out of here. If only I knew how I did whatever it was I did before. I have some sort of magic, but I knew that before, now I just have to figure out how it works.” She walked up to the bars again, grasped them in her hands and shouted, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?”
