[center][h2]PROLOGUE[/h2][/center]

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*CLING*

*CLANG*

*CLANG*

"[color=aba000]Wake up! Wake up![/color]" You were all roused awake by the ringing noise of your prison bars being hit and the loud noise of the guard. "[color=aba000]It's breakfast![/color]"

Guards flooded into the area as your cells were unlocked. Leaving your cell was one of the few moments you likely enjoyed. The cells were dreary, barely-lit. It was small, compact and did not have much room to move around. The cold cobblestone floor was practically your bed with only a thin, dirty mat to sit between the floor itself and your resting head.

The guards, in their black and gold armors and helmets, entered your cell and dragged you out and pushed you to the other prisoners. They put cuffs on your wrists and your ankles. Some of you could actually break out of them but you realize that doing so will only invite pain and probably much harsher treatment from those who had subjugated you.

Putting you in a single-file line, you were marched out of the cell blocks and into a hall filled with long wooden tables, the cafeteria hall. Looking around, you also see other lines of prisoners of varying shapes and sizes, no doubt from other universes King Kazzok had conquered. Your line was sat on one of the tables and the gruel was served. 

It had been like this for several days now. You probably wondered if this was how you will spend the rest of your life. But you all noticed something different this time. The guards were fewer and more relaxed. During the first days, the guards were almost literally watching you eat. Their oppressive eyes even prevented you from speaking with your fellow imprisoned.

But now, they watched you from a distance. Even chatting amongst themselves and paying little mind to their charges.

Could this be it? An opportunity for escape? An opening to something more? Will you seize it?