I sit here now, in my second prison, smaller, but a prison nonetheless, covered in dust and the smell of rotten meat. I am confused and overwhelmed by it all. The scents, the floors, the walls and the sense of despair. I am also deadly afraid. I know I have been taken away from the place I knew as home. I am no longer with the elves, I am somewhere else. Someone has taken me, correction, I have been kidnapped. I stay plastered to a corner of the prison. My fear knows no bounds, the sound of growling all around me makes everything much worse. I want to cry. I want to go back home, to my bird cage prison and all its faults. It was safer and warm there. I never had to worry or be afraid. I had a friend.

The sound of a heavy boot brings all the growling to a stop. One step becomes two steps and two steps becomes a huge man standing in front of me. He is clad in a black cloak and two smaller than him, yet larger than me, people in the same attire stand behind him.

“The package” a man I had never seen before appears, he isn’t in a cloak and he doesn’t hide his face. He turns to look at me, his eyes a golden glow. Wolf eyes.

“Witch girl” Aaron sat me down

“What?” a 12 year old me responded.

“Do you know what wolves look like?”

“Like us? But without the pointy ears?” I laughed

“Not bad, but its in their eyes.” He took a paper and pen and began to draw.

“Eyes?” I was curious now, watching him draw.

“Yes, they have golden eyes and black iridescent pupils.” He shaded that in and handed me the quick artwork. It was really good.

“And the wolf king?”

“Oh, he’s even scarier. His eyes are red, no beauty to them, just raw power.”

“Why are you even telling me this? Its not like I’m getting out of here”

“Who knows? Maybe the wolves will kidnap you sooner than you think. Maybe tomorrow” he smiled and walked away, leaving me scared and confused.

I was scared and confused now more than ever. The wolf took out a bunch of keys and opened the barred door.

“Stand” the leader of the cloaks ordered.

My feet wouldn’t obey me. My head to body coordination was not working at that moment. I just sat there, staring at them.

The cloak leader’s henchmen walked into the cage and grabbed my arm pulling me to a stand. I felt as though it was going to rip off, my own arm.

The cloak leader walked into the prison cell and turned me around. He parted my hair and touched the back of my neck. His hand was hot, I flinched.

“It’s her.” He said and the cloak leader’s henchmen dragged me out. A pair of cuffs were removed from a bag and my hands were shackled. As if I had lost all strength within me, I fell to the ground. No one bothered to catch me.

“Good work” the leader said and one of the henchmen threw a cloak around me and carried my defeated body from the floor. He carried me out of the cells,passing where others were shackled in their cells, other wolves. They didn’t growl as we passed. The leader opened a door, he walked out and the henchmen and I followed. The first thing I saw was the ground. The air was different, it wasn’t like the graveyard, it was so very different, with so many other scents and other feels. It was cold as well. Goosebumps scattered all over my face. The temperature never changed in the graveyard, it was always the same.

The henchman threw me over his shoulder and they walked into the woods. I had never seen trees before, only read about them and seen them in books. I didn’t have the energy to stretch out my hand, to touch and maybe believe that I was outside, because that’s when they started to run. It was so fast and so incredibly uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would stop soon. The moving mostly.

The changes in my life were too much at the moment. I just wanted to go back, to a time without the new sensations. A time in a much better and familiar prison.