The Cellmate

The male guard that had spoken to her when she was caught captive threw her in the dungeons like an old sack of sand, and closed the gate with a loud slam. He shoved his face in between the bars, staring a her greedily. 

"I knew there was something about you I didn't like, but I couldn't do anything about it. Now, I have the pleasure to take care of you the way I always wanted. Like trash!" he walked away, laughing.

Sandra was petrified. She sat on the uneven floor with her knees in front of her chest, keeping her head down. There was hardly any light inside; she had to wait for her eyes to adjust to the dim light that was able to come inside the dungeons. It sort of looked like she was in a cave. The smell did not rule it out either; it was musty and dank.

"So, what did you do to make them so angry? It's not like you're from another clan." A boy around her age said with nonchalance, keeping his eyes away from where she was sitting.

Sandra looked at him with the corner of her eye and replied hesitantly, "I have not idea. They just hate me because I came somewhere outside their barriers. They're not friendly people when they confront a stranger. Even though I have lived with them for ten years, there is no difference in their attitude."

"So that means I am not gonna get out of this place alive. To tell you the truth, your position isn't that big of a deal. I have been born in my clan and they hate the living guts out of me just because I am a little different from them."

"What do you mean 'a little different from them'?"

"Doesn't matter. It's prohibited to tell outsiders anything, especially of your kind. How do I know if they haven't just sent you here to get information from me. What typical bastards. You Lido people don't know how to quit!" The boy shouted in rage.

Sandra stayed in her position and never spoke to the boy again. Judging by his outburst, it had exhausted him to an extent where he was panting. She could tell that he was from the Zephyr clan, and since the Lido clan does not allow any wind pass through the barriers, the boy was getting drained. If only she could tell him that she was half Zephyr, but she was too frightened to speak to him. She knew he would not believe her; that was the way the Zephyr clan was trained to do.

Apparently, that was the only thing that the two clans had in common.

The End

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