GLORY!
He pulled the chains in frustration. Ah! How in the cosmos had he even been captured? He heard a soft chuckle coming from the shadows. Of course, he lost his wings~ his mind was next.
A disguised, masked figure apppeared in a dark crimson garment. The being clapped his hands and laughed.
The prisoner bent his head and sighed. This place was driving him crazy.
Then he heard the cloaked figure’s footsteps moving toward him in a gentle tap.
When he looked up, the figure was staring, as if looking for something, in his eyes.
Crimson cloaked figure: (cackles) Muahahah! Oh, my dear...Zahari.
The angel gaped. How did this shadow or cloaked being know his name?
Cloaked figure: Eh, don’t worry. You have nothing to fear. Help will be on the way.
Zahari: (tries to pull his chains)
The figure looks at Zahari with a heavy heart. It stares at the angel’s bruises all over his body. And the great scars left on his back where his wings wemore supposed to be. What a state for Zahari to be in.
Zahari closed his eyes and whispered something to himself.
The cloaked figure being ever curious, moved much closer to Zahari. Eager to listen to what the angel had to say.
Zahari: Voice rise. Come forth gentle wind. Carry it with the breeze. Off to the one who’ll set me free. Send this plea to her. Thee star to which I know is always burning bright. O, hear my cry. I have hope, and believe that I will return soon.
cloaked figure: (smiles) it’s like i said, Zahari. You should not lose faith. Help is on the way.
Zahari opened his eyes. He looked around. The cloaked figure faded back into the shadows, leaving Zahari to still wonder if he had totally gone mad at this point. And if she had heard his call, the cloaked being was right. He should not lose any hope. Help was on the way.
He moved his head upwards searching for the only space of light coming through a crevice. Zahari smiled. Yes, he still had hope.