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Darkness. Stone floor. Singing. Somewhere close by. Another prisoner? I think… the girl in the next cell singing. The song is... familiar? Definitely.  I can almost make out the words… Then I realize where I’ve heard it before. It was a song that Arke used to sing. But it’s not her, it’s someone else. Wood against iron. A guard slamming his club against her cell. “Shut up, you ******* *****.” The girl stops singing, but only long enough to snap, “My name is Kyndra, Jerkface.” I smile slightly. At least someone here can stand up for themselves. She starts to sing again, louder, and I let myself get lost in the song. Singing. Stone floor. Darkness.

Author's Note

Kyndra's here!! *cheers*