Laying on the cold stone floor of her cell, she stared at the ceiling, taking in each discoloration and patch of moss or whatever it was that grew in here with her.
“You did not escape?" Asked Rain's voice.
Her question came suddenly and with no warning, causing Enya to bolt upright for a second. Realizing it was only her fellow prisoner, she lay back down.
“No," she said.
“But you were not escorted? You had not been caught, why not flee?" the girl asked.
Enya pressed her palms against her eyes.
“Because there are guards at every exit and even if I did get outside I'd have no way of knowing how to get home and everyone would be looking for me. It wouldn't work. It just wouldn't."
“What do we try next?"
The earnest nature of her voice broke Enya's heart. She would have to t
