[center][h2][color=a187be]Purple Glass[/color][/h2][/center]

[center]Wind Wild, Grin[/center]
[center][b]Day 1, sometime mid day[/b][/center]
[center][i]Ludelle, Raven[/i][/center]

I was laying on the bed but I wasn’t asleep. I couldn’t. Not in this maddening darkness that made you wonder if you’re even awake, if you’re alive… Dreams wouldn’t come to me. And I was glad they didn’t. It was a familiar feeling… familiar like the sting of a bee and not like the scent of a favourite person. It was sharp, bitter and unpleasant. It was a haunting of my past. The days when I’d dread going to sleep, uncertain of what would happen while I had my guard down. Uncertain that I’d wake…

I suppose it made sense. It was a pretty similar situation, back then and now. There were two key differences, though. First, I didn’t have the consolation of my stuffed puppy, Ricky. Secondly, back then something bad happening was a matter of chance. Now it was certainty. 

I closed my eyes and willed myself to take deep breaths. What did they have in store-- I tried to suffocate the thought by humming a tune. My own voice startled me as it split the silence so I stopped. Deep breaths. The song resumed in my own head, inexistent to the world. I hummed it and listened to it and slowly it started eating up the darkness inside and around me. The pictures came to life in my mind, the people started dancing, the sun broke through.. 

I smiled. It took me a second to realise it wasn’t just the reality behind my eyelids that had changed.

There was a moment of pausing, the silence clogging the ears of all those eager to break it. Then, there was a pop of vibrations. They were soft, and spilled like sand across the air to my ears. It was my song, repeated back to me.

My eyes shot open. This wasn't right, was it? The singing died in my throat and I strained my ears, convinced that I'd started hallucinating at long last. But no... the tune carried on.. and was it getting louder? 

[center][h2][color=a187be]~*~[/color][/h2][/center]

Her suspicions were correct, for just as the beautiful music slipped and licked at her ears, the sound of feathers kissing the wind, and boots clapping on stone harmonized with every beat. The sounds dripped with purple color and taste, filling Ludelle’s senses almost immediately. 

Her body was in motion even before she knew what was going on. She jumped to her feet, stumbling backwards and away from the door, the stiffness in her joints barely enough to slow her. This song was way too beautiful, it carried with it sensations she'd never felt before... Only a siren or fae could muster such inhuman splendor... That, or it was Death herself calling her into her embrace. She pressed her back against the wall, crouching slightly as if she even stood a chance.

The song suddenly slipped into words, a small, simple sentence that reverberated across the walls. [i][color=a187be]”Do not be afraid.”[/color][/i]

After a few moments of the sounds echoing against her cell walls, a shadowy figure appeared before her, melting away some of the darkness. It was the silhouette of a bird, wearing an outline like the solar eclipse. The bird slowly slipped into her cell, gliding like a shadow with still outward wings.

Panic? Panic was a good word for it. Ludelle couldn't get any air in her lungs and not to be afraid really sounded more like wishful thinking right now. The new face she was given didn't convey any expression but beneath it the woman felt her eyes well up.

“Not like this. I don't want to die like this...” She whispered.

There was a woman. She crossed her arms in the corner of the cell, leaning against the cool wall. Blonde hair streamed down her face, covering one of her eyes. She looked over at Ludelle with a careful stare, but it wasn’t menacing in the slightest. It was warm.

A few moments of silence followed where nobody spoke. Gradually, the tension seemed to leave Ludelle's body until finally she straightened her back, realising that whatever this apparition was, there was no use resisting. With a beak facing her bare feet, she spoke.

“Why are you here?”

There was a bit of a pause as the woman’s red stare trailed across the floor.[color=a187be] “You don’t need to contemplate when your death is going to happen,” [/color]She looked up at Ludelle and the corners of her mouth tugged a bit at a smile. [color=a187be]“Because it won’t.”[/color]

The small smirk was reflected in the other woman's bemused voice. “Ever? Or just not right now?”

The mysterious woman chuckled. [color=a187be]“Now, I don’t know about [i]ever[/i], but I can say that the law enforcement isn’t going to touch you. We’re coming to get you, Ludelle.”[/color]

The newcomer saying her name sent a shiver down the prisoner's spine but she seemed to have regained some of her confidence. It was a make or break moment, either she was receiving unexpected help or she was falling for a vicious trap. In any case, there was nothing she could do about it, the choice had been made for her.

“Well then...” She said, stepping towards Raven and extending a hand to touch her arm. The suspicion still lingered that she might have managed to fall asleep after all.

Just as soon as she was about to touch it, the silhouette of the woman broke into what seemed to be thousands of pieces of vapor glass. The shards eventually dissolved into the thin air, as if she had never existed. Her voice, however, lingered, and it kissed Ludelle’s ears with it’s sweet liquid sounds. [color=a187be]“My name is Raven Marrowblade. I leave my personal companion with you until we arrive. He shall keep you company. Until then, farewell.”[/color] Then the sounds faded to nothing once more. The bird that glowed like an eclipse suddenly lost its luminescence, and it hopped over to the imprisoned woman. It was the mixture between a Raven and a Parrot, its feathers a black oil, and its eye red like its master’s.

Ludelle ran a finger over the bird's smooth feathers and a fierce smile blossomed on her face. So there was hope for revenge after all.