BRYSTIANNE
She was bruised everywhere, yet she stood up on wobbling legs. Everything hurt, but the person in the cell with her wouldn't answer. She was afraid that whoever was with her was half dead.
"Who's there?" she snapped, angrily. She was surprised and pleased to hear her old impatience and attitude returning to her.
With much needed courage flooding her, she strode towards the person in the room with her. But nothing could prepare her for what she saw next.
Manarian. Except...he wasn't really the Manarian she knew. His skin looked sickly milk white and stretched across his bones in a painful looking way. His silvery blonde hair that was normally well-kept was tangled and looked so flat and dull.
But it was his eyes that Bree knew would haunt her for as long as she will live. The life had vanished from them. They had always looked so sad and distant, but now it was as if he wasn't even seeing Bree. Like there was a veil between them.
"Oh my...Manarian," Bree gasped, falling to her knees in shock and horror. "What's happened to you?"
He didn't answer. He didn't really show a sign that he'd even heard her. Bree's heart pounded in her chest and her mouth went cotton dry. They had to get out of here.
"Manarian," she whispered. "come on. Help me look for a way out. How long have you been here? You look...different."
She was going to say terrible but she decided that in a time like this, she had better practice being a little nicer. And she couldn't help but be unnerved by his appearance. It was like he had given up. Bree wouldn't let him. They had to fight back!
"Come on," Bree sighed, her voice shaking. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to pick us off. We need to fight."
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