Christina Legend

Grey, confided, captured. 

It could've been days, or weeks maybe even a month for all she cared and it didn't matter. She was caged and bound the only thing she had was herself and the shadows. Maybe if she was lucky the occasional rat would scurry by. At least it had a heart beat.

Those damn godlings, they trapped her, gagged her and threw her into her iron prison. All for no reason at all. One second she was wandering the forest, minding herself and they fell upon her in some kind of ambush. She ran as fast as she could but they were swift, trained, and could've very well killed her. 

Weapons hung at their sides, gleaming swords and knives, and they're bodies showed battle. Expressions stern with a gleam of sick amusement when they threw her to the dirt. Laughing to themselves as they bound her wrists and chained her ankles. 

And marched her here.

For why she didn't know, but she had heard the screams of torture. Occasionally she'd observe them milling around, marching werewolves, elves or even a a strange demonest creature. 

She knew they were killing them. 

Slowly and very painfully. Their screams were the last thing that lingered in her ears and the first sounds to wake her. 

"Morning sunshine," the blonde one opened the black curtain that hung over the bars. The brightness of sunlight blinded her, she pulled her hood down lower. "Sleep well?" He grinned. She refused to look at his blue eyes, but she could hear the grin in his voice. 

"She hasn't talk yet, I doubt she will start." The red haired girl hissed, also peering through the bars. "I bet she's mute." She chuckled running her sword over the iron bars. The harsh noise caused her body to flinch. 

"I wouldn't be surprised," the boy agreed. "How much longer do we have to house her?" 

House, yes that's exactly what their doing. Housing me in a cage. How polite. Her thoughts hissed. 

"A few more days, then we can get rid of her. She's bait remember?" The girl replied. "We need the other one to show up. He's the trophy." 

"But he hasn't showed up yet, why not just get rid of her now?" He grumbled and she crossed her arms. "Fine whatever, she's just gonna suffer longer." He gruffed and pushed an iron platter of stale bread and water into her cage. 

"Eat demon, can't have you dying yet." They laughed as the curtain closed leaving her in darkness again. 

She only picked at her bread thinking about everything they'd said over the days. Was she a demon? Could she really be what they said? A child of darkness and death, a pawn of chaos itself? A demon of the worst kind? If the past events hadn't been so mortifying she wouldn't even have questioned their tongues, but now...

What if they were right? Everything they said... What if she was a demon? 

She felt her eyes watering as the warmth if tears rolled onto her cheeks. She'd lost everything so quickly. Two years ago she lost her mother, then Jade was moved to Egypt to follow her studies. Which left her and Lucas to fend for themselves. They ran from the orphanage refusing to be treated as slaves. They'd lived in the city for a month until everything shattered. 

"Christina, run Christina run..." She watched his lips shutter as his eyes glazed over, she could feel death's hold grab onto his soul... She turned and ran the tears stinging in her eyes, her feet started to fly over the black leaves... She remember it all to perfectly. Every last detail. 

"You.. You look human..." His words fluttered quietly. "You're not... A demon at all." She continued to moved closer to him ever so slowly. She knew she looked human, by the gods she was human. She had no idea why everyone here believe she was devils spawn. 

She nodded silently, even if he was nice she still feared him. She feared them all. Slowly he sat outside the bars holding the apple through the cage for her to grab. She was an arms length away when someone grabbed Conner away, quickly she retreated back to the corner. 

"Are you insane?! Do you want to lose that arm?!" A voice yelled.

"She's not a demon! She's human, I saw her face!" She heard Conner's voice stumble in reply. 

"It's a disguise you fool. That's what she wants you to think. Come on, get away from here." The voices faded and it was just her and the dark again. 

At least that's what she believed. 

But she could've almost sworn she heard faint rustling, from outside. She figured it was another vermin coming to steal her bread again. Except as the seconds past it seemed to grow louder, whatever it belonged to was far greater than a mere mouse. 

Until it fell quiet again, but her heart twitched excitedly. She could almost feel someone, stalking their way around outside. 

Then she heard a yelp and a loud crash. 

"Help! Someone-" the voice muffled. She couldn't help sit up. That was Conner's voice. Outside she could still hear him struggling, his voice still muffled.

"Conner, Conner hush it's just me." A voice hissed. A strong male voice. But it obviously wasn't a friend of Conner because the sounds of struggle only grew. She inched closer toward the curtain, curiousity pulling her further. 

She could only imagine what was happening. When the shouts started, and muffled just as quickly. Or when she heard the sound of metal being drawn, a sword. The silence was overwhelmingly still, she peered out the curtain. 

Conner looked to be struggling with an invisible ghost with a sword. The sword at his neck in front of a group of godlings. But the more she looked them more puzzled she became. The ghost had a shadow...

"Yeah, move and um... Conner won't be too happy with ya'" the same male voice rang, from around Conner. The godlings looked about each other in panic. 

"She's bait remember, we need the other one. He's the trophy." Her eyes locked onto the shadow outside. It took a step towards her and the godlings reacted, just as quickly he pressed the sword harder onto Conner's neck and they froze. 

"I'm trying to make this plenty clear." The shadow kept moving backwards slowly ever closer to her cage. 

They knew he would show up thou... Didn't they have a plan? Her eyes worked upward, she knew there was some up there. Her eyes locked onto Conner... Ambush. 

As quickly as it pieced together the girl dropped from over the curtain knocking Conner free and landing on someone. An invisible someone. The swords clashed and the fight flared into action. Until the ghost sword vanished and the shadow slipped into the shady woods. 

All the godlings drew their swords. 

"Come out coward!" One yelled. Silence. 

She had a heart attack when the back flap lifted itself and the lock started moving. After a moment it stilled and in a silvery flash the sword swung out from nowhere and cute a lopsided circle in the bars as if it were butter. 

For a moment she didn't react. Was this thing going to do that to her? She was suddenly perfectly content with staying in her corner. 

"Come on we have to go before they loop around the back." She watched as the sword cut the rope from her wrists and shattered her chains. Slowly she stood up, watching the sword in midair. 

"Who are you..." Her voice came soft, so long since she'd talked. 

The figure melted into view, a boy holding a straw hat like he'd lifted it from his head. He had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He wore a ripped blue shirt and some, surfer shorts? Maybe the most alarming part was some strange trident tattoo on his arm, he didn't look much older than her and he had a tattoo? Then again he gripped a very lethal looking sword. 

"Come on we seriously don't have all day." He nudged her again but she didn't move. He was a stranger, all she knew is he was snatching her off just to put her in another cage. 

"Who are you." She pressed harder. "What's your name and what are you going to do with me?" 

He paused and gave a smile.

"I'm Jason Storm, and I'm going to bring you home."