How much time had actually passed since he had seen the rays of the natural sun? It seemed like it was just yesterday that those beautiful, golden rays touched his skin. He could still remember how it felt when he got his last sunburn. It was excruciating pain, sure, but at least he was free, not put in captivity simply because of one little thing he might’ve did. 

The man sighed, looking out his cell, and seeing the same three guards walk up and down the rows, armed with top-of-the-line guns. Archadian make. Okay, so maybe they weren’t top of the line. They were hammy downs. They were second-grade weapons that didn’t even work half the time. But, when you have an entire dungeon of prisoners, it didn’t matter. If the maigck wasn't nullified for those inside the the cells, those weak humes would be nothing, even with their second-rate guns.

And yet, that didn’t kill their hope.

It might be true that they were all locked up, but you can’t kill the hope of a man who has so much to live for. Or at least, convinces himself that there’s so much to live for. The simple rays of the sun, drinking crappy ale, eating even crappier food, and seeing your little sister again. All of those things were among his to-do list when he got out. Yes, you heard right. It’s [i]when[/i] he gets out, not if. By hell or high water, [url=http://i.imgur.com/M1Osojt.png]Crimson Arc [/url]was going to get himself free.

“Wait, what are you?!” Shouted a guard as he flew several paces past Crimson Arc’s cell, crashing into the wall just ten paces to the right of the cell. 

As he looked on, a gaze of bewilderment, he saw several more guards fly to the same direction. They all said similar things to whoever had sent them crashing into their fellow man. The Crimson Arc saw fire and pink magicite needles and orange energy--mist? But how? -- and-and--blue flowers? No, it couldn’t be.

In about a moment or two, the sight of four people startled Crimson Arc. He jumped back as their forms were simply shadows. He didn’t know who they were. It wasn’t until one spoke that he became relieved.

“[color=ed1c24]This is the one, right?[/color]”

“[color=mediumslateblue]Yeah. The guard outside told us he’s in this one.[/color]”

“[color=cb0015]Wait a moment,[/color]” Crimson Arc spoke lowly, “[color=cb0015]Jaakie? And Lannit..[/color]” He stepped into the light, and saw his two friends’ faces, albeit Jaakie looked to be a little banged up. And Lannit cut his hair. He used to have it right down to his shoulders like Jaakie did. “[color=cb0015][b]WELL FUCK MY ASS AND CALL ME A SLUT, IT IS YOU GUYS! MY HOMIE-G’S ARE HERE TO RESCUE ME![/b][/color]”

“[color=ed1c24]Oh right, I forgot he was loud.[/color]” Jaakuna scowled, using his fire magick to burn down the cage door, and kicked it through, giving his friend no warning. The bars had crashed into him, pinning him against the wall. “[color=ed1c24]Oh, sorry Dom, I meant to say stand back.[/color]” JAakuna snickered.

“[color=cb0015]It’s all good, J-Dawg![/color]” Dominic gave a thumbs up, pushing the bars to the side, and running out of the cell with youthful vigor. “[color=cb0015][b]I’M FREEEEE[/b]—[/color]” Dominic shouted, but stopped as he came to the sight of the other two who were with his friends. “[color=cb0015]Wait a minute..[/color]” He squinted his eyes, “[color=cb0015]blue hair, amber eyes, luscious breasts,[/color]” Dominic couldn’t believe it, nodding his head as his shock increased, “[color=cb0015][b]SHION I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S YOU!” He lept forward, arms out, “MY HONEY BUNNY HAS COME TO RESCUE MEEEEEE~[/b][/color]”

Jaakuna stood there, eyes widened, shaking his head. “[color=ed1c24]Oh jeez…[/color]”

Everyone knew what was going to happen next…

[hr]
The Cloaked Man would not respond to Nadeline. He acknowledged her with a small smirk, but he would not respond. Instead he would observe as he saw the withered Sylvester look to him to walk towards Nadeline. There wasn’t so much as a verbal request, but it was the way that The Cloaked Man caught the eyes of Sylvester. Though he was barely alive, on the sight of Nadeline, there was something in those eyes of his that came alive.

“[color=8c7852]Very well. I shall let you two have a moment. However,[/color]” The Cloaked Man gestured to Sanguine, “[color=8c7852]he’ll stay just so you aren’t unsupervised.[/color]”

“[color=007fff]Boss?[/color]”

“[color=8c7852]Do not fret, Caeru, nothing’s going to happen.[/color]”  The Cloaked Man assured Caeru as he gestured his underling to follow the rest of his brethren, giving Sanguine a nod of some sort.

After he said that, one of the Dark Dagger Guild members that held him dropped him semi-gently on the ground, just half of a pace from where Nadeline was knealed at. As the former prince would find himself grabbing for anything to help his frail form upright, he had grasped at Nadeline’s arms to just give himself some support. As he did, the words  “[color=mediumseagreen]I’m sorry,[/color]” were weakly muttered. After a moment, more words were said. “[color=mediumseagreen]Nabudis..My fault..[/color]” 

That was all Sylvester could mutter. Afterwards, the feeble prince went to a muffled sob, his voice barely emoting what could be best described as regretful sorrow.