Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25588272-20150710012945

.*The First is thrown into a small cell, obviously having been wounded badly from battling. A guard laughs at him.*

Guard: Enjoy your stay! While you can still enjoy anything, that is!

.*The guard snickers, and slams an iron door shut. The First weakly gets up, and looks around. No way out. He sighs, and lays back down. He knew the Magil: The next day will be full of torture, in any and every way they can torture him. He closes his eyes, and sleeps while he still can.* 