[center]Solitary Confinement[/center] 

It had been many months since the man known as Vandesdelca had been locked up. This man had been beaten, spit on, tormented, and physically abused by his captors just because he was their enemy. Being treated worse than dirt did not change Vandesdelca's outlook anymore than watching his entire team slaughtered before him. His mind ravaged daily with the thoughts of the bloodshed of those who he called comrades; people that he had protected with his very soul. No on deserved the fate that they did and now he reaped the rewards of standing against the Zweite. Such a devastating loss led him to sitting as far away from people as he could. He trusted no one in this prison but he also could not allow anyone to bare pain because of his person. 

"Child of the sky." Van muttered to himself as he sat in the very corner of his cell, "A dragon huh? Maybe I've been in this cell far too long."

Suddenly there was a commotion that rang out in the hallway before the cells. One of the guards was injured and in strolled the one everyone knew as the bard. To Van, the man was speaking gibberish until he opened the cells that contained the prisoners. He only watched as the other prisoners started to make their way out of the cells. His one good eye opened to see the guard attempting to run and his body began to move before his own thoughts could be crafted. Wind wuld rush past everyone almost like vacuum as a blur, Van, dashed past them all. His hand reached out to grip the guard's head within his palm, all his muscles pulsating as he slammed the guard into the wall. It was enough to knock out the guard instantly. Van looked back at the bard and other prisoners before walking forward ahead of them. His escape would come soon by his own hands.