Daniyal for the longest time had no idea if he was truly awake or not. Every sight was a blurry mess that wouldn’t clear up, blinding lights, shuffling shadows that shoved him in and out of carts, cries of help and worry. Everything was either silent or, a mess of garbled language calling for help or ordering more identical shells of kids about. His memory was glazed over, and confusing. He remembered staring at a dark window as the train jolted forward, staring blankly at the terrified kids and guards behind him through the reflection in the window while he toyed with his hands. [i]”Please not now, not now, please please,”[/i] winced a soft voice in his head as he swore he saw his hands let out a purple haze once or twice, but no one shot him over it yet. Must’ve been his imagination.

Everything felt like it was forever meant to be in a dream-like state, confusing yet peaceful, or at least non-threatening. The real nightmare started when everyone was ordered, more like shoved, out of the carts. Forced into single files, lining up on the dirt and concrete as a light was flashed into everyone’s eyes. Daniyal never really liked Mals, or their terrifying powers, or being a Mal himself. But right now, he could only hope his powers would kick in and save everyone’s asses.

Nothing.

No blaze of fire, no explosion of light, Hell, he didn’t even know what powers he even had. He could do nothing as a mysterious man rose up and started babbling away. Calling him creepy would be an understatement. His little speech was quickly over as everyone was herded back again like sheep, some went quietly, and others (understandably) broke down. All while Daniyal remained still and silently obeying while constantly pinching himself, convinced this could not be real. 

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Not much changed as they were herded into their [s]prisons[/s] dorms. The atmosphere was tense and quiet, no one dared speak to each other save for a brave few. Daniyal had no one to talk to anyway, being a constant shut in left him practically friendless, and now he silently sat in his bunk. His skeletal body draped in droopy, and plain clothes, as memories of gym class flooded his mind. “Yeah,” he whispered to himself as he stared blankly at a wall, “This is just gym class.”