My father always told me 'there are two types of people in this world, dreamers and schemers, and schemers have burnt the world once too many times already.' You see schemers only try to consolidate and horde power. Dreamers however, share power to create something new, something better. Alas, old habits die hard, so it is still the schemers in charge as it has always been. However the dreamers will continue to dream, for dreams are life, dreams are hope, dreams are the future.
It is a long while before I realise I'm awake again. Once again graced with consciousness, I feel the cold stone beneath my back. I quickly realise my eyes are already open but I see nothing but black. I reach for the strapping presumably over my eyes, though as my hand lands on nothing but skin my stomach sinks and a heavy tightness takes my chest. Is it night? Am I blind? What is this sunless space? Or is this worse than I could possibly imagine? I know of only one tower with sunless cells and it is that of the Inquisiton, it is that of the Penumbra Keep.
Why I am here is more the question really. I have not received an interview or interrogation and needless to say I am innocent of any crime.. my thoughts collate and I remember the shouting. Traitor they called me. How? Do they really think I could kill the Archmage, the cannon. Ha, do they suppose I should have even the slightest inclination of how to scratch one stone in the halls of law. No, no, they do not know, that is it; that must be it. They are purely gestating, just scaring me honest. I expect I will receive a visit and partake in a lengthy consultation, as the sole witness I am the only person who can shed light on the calamity I have just survived. Yes, then I will enjoy a steaming bath and return to my station I reason. So I wait. I sing attemping to reassure my reasoning, the notes however have no reverberation, creating an eerie tone. I occupy myself thus till i reach a point I know no more songs, yet still I wait. So I proceed a while in silence and hear not a sound outside my cell. I have pace the perimeter and can not find a door. Maybe as in the halls, they are of a seamless stone variety. I know, they are both relics, masterworks from before the war at the start of the age, built from the very same architects design. The original plans depict twelve structures, each surpassing anything to have graced the earth previous. Of these twelve, eleven were built, seven finished, two lost and three destroyed. How you lose a grand structure I have not a clue, let alone two.
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This is taking too long. The world out there must have witnessed least five sunfalls by now. I begin to fear they really are not going to do a thing more with me, no more than clear the debris of my bones from their cell once I'm finished. I feel awful, cold having the realisation, no, I'm finally accepting what I have known this whole time. The real perpetrator must have fled, leaving me as a scapegoat. I'm trying to muster any form of will possible, the smallest piece of hope left in me. Alas, there is none, not a single fleeting flickering of the substance.
I have run out of words, my mind has gone idle. I know not how long I have stewed here now. I stopped pacing long ago with my thoughts and have resigned to lay in the corner, fire burning my spine as my bones are ground into the unforgiving stone by my mere mass. Yet, still I lay. The pain no longer nearing my register as I slip through time.
Without light, with no sound, nothing makes sense, nothing matters. I know not why I am here floating in my private abyss, I know not who I am. I am nothingness itself. So here I drift, nobody of nowhere.
All hope is lost, the situation is indeed hopeless. In times of true desperation, when all seems lost. The most minute ray of light can seems to fill your vision. This ray of light however was not minute, it engulfed more than half the room. Including the face of the imprisoned Gallo. As light bathed his face, his eyes burned. The light poured from a small rectangular doorway that had opened in an instant from the cell wall. Proceeding this a silhouette started to form, followed by cuffs that slid noisily to the centre of the room.
"It's time snake" a voice announced. "Put on your new jewellery and get up" the silhouette commanded. "Now! Swear to fuck if I have to come in there."