Echoes Of Our Lost Parts

Chapter 1 Dakir's POV A deep, tired sigh escaped my mouth as I sit in the corner of a very dimly lit space. I was only covered with dirty pieces of fabric. Tattered clothe were the only thing separating me from being stark. I glance around myself while I rest my back on a wall. The floor of the space is uneven with protruding sharp stones, which surely brings me discomfort and pain, upon hard contact with my bared foot. The walls were not looking very appealing as well, as they look jagged with pointy rocks and no smooth or comfortable spot anywhere. Accumulation of discomfort brings torturous, but what could I do at the moment but to adapt and focus my mind on how to escape even though I have not been able to find a way out, yet. The air in this place felt strangely stiff and eerily cold like an old graveyard. It is a kind of coldness that doesn't seem to affect the physical body but my soul, making my thoughts unnaturally slow down, and at some point, probably stop entirely. The coldness was no ordinary, it was soul-gnawing! All in all, this space look like the inside of a weird cave. My figure could not be seen clearly under the dim illumination but my long rough dirty hair could still be made out, albeit vaguely, draping down, slightly covering my face. The illumination flickers and changes direction, but no matter how much it does, it doesn't seem to be able to reach my figure, making me feel like a shadow. If anyone else was watching, the view would be really eerie just by staring at it——or me. I cannot say for sure how long time had passed since i have been imprisoned in this damned place, but my stay here was not a pleasant one. Loud banging sounds were suddenly heard on one side of the rough looking cave wall, direct opposite of my sitting spot, before a side of it shifted and opened ever so slightly, followed by a clanging sound like something was being thrown into the cave before i heard another bang. By the time my lonely self fully open his eyes, the entrance was already closed back. They always open and close it like they are sealing off a plague. It never cease to darkly amuse me in this forsaken place. I could not help but silently chuckle at this action again, like the very first time I found it strangely amusing. I raised my hand to rub my head and subconsciously pulled at the growing stomps on either side of my forehead which provoked a thought; "Am i still a pure blood elve? I unhappily asked myself rhetorically, before shifting my train of thoughts. I chuckled softly at my own misery, entertaining my thoughts at my own expense. This darkness is suffocating, a living entity that wrapped itself around my throat, slowly choking the life out of me. I weakly rest my back on the cold rough stone wall, my eyes closed, trying to conserve what little energy I still have left, after many years. The damp air clung to my skin, making me shiver despite the sweltering heat that sometimes descended upon the dungeon. My mind wander back to the days when i was free, when the sun's warmth touched my skin and the wind carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers. I was a prince then, a member of the Elven royal family, with a future bright and full of promise. But that was before the coup, before my hateful uncle's betrayal, and before I was thrown into this forsaken place. The memories still lingered, etched in my mind like the intricate carvings on the walls of the Elven palace in the past. I could vividly remember the sound of steel clashing, the scent of blood and sweat, and the cries of the dying. My father's heroic voice, commanding me to flee, still echoed in my mind. But I hadn't fled. I had bravely stood my ground, fighting alongside my emperor until the very end. The end had come so swiftly, with Blackraven's blade piercing my father's heart. My whole world shattered at that moment, and since then I have been consumed by a rage i couldn't quell or control yet. The memories of that day were fragmented, but the pain from them remained, a constant ache that refused to heal. Even till now, my body tense while my heart beat faster everytime i remember that painful scenario. How have I turned from a royal prince to a prisoner. Moreover, in a strange land. The land of bloodsuckers, the Vampires. I snapped my eyes back open as I uncomfortably shifted with my head still placed against the rough cold wall. I have never forgotten or lost hope to break out of this shackle. So, even though my body continuously weakens, I keep my mind sharp. I know this darkness is a prison, but it is also a shield. For I cannot and will not allow myself be consumed by it. As a Royal prince in the past, my father has taught me to be a natural leader. Also he brought me up as a warrior. I sit on this uninviting cold and rough floor, coping through this seemingly unending sorrows and agony, my painful train of thoughts naturally turned to my androgynous twins, my lovely gentle lady with grey hair. She was quiet, her thoughts a sweet and gentle hum in the back of my mind. My heart ached with longing, remembering the day we had split, the day she had gone to find a way to escape our predicament. I have never for once seen her again, and the silence had been really deafening, filling my heart with longing. I wonder where she had been to, if she was safe. I could remember there was once a time I stopped feeling her life aura entirely. Not until later, that felt like eternal torment to me. My heart beat faster at this scary reminder. "Oh Delaria!" I subconsciously smiled as i mumbled under my breath while I stiffled a painful wince. I thought I had lost her forever. Delaria's presence was a sweet reminder of what I had lost, of what I might still find. My determination hardened the more at the thought of her. I slowly stood up while every inch of my body aches, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I began to pace in a circle, limited by the harrowing chains tied to my hands, my slowly footsteps gently echoing off the walls in a rythm. After some moment, I proclaimed once again as I had always done, to boost my ego and harden my resolve in this cage; "I would escape this cage one day and I would find my way. Surely I would reclaim my rightful place beyond these suffocating walls and bring harrowing deaths to my enemies" I mumbled a little loud amidst my thorough discomfort. I uncomfortably winced once again, which prompted an unsettling dry cough that lasted a moment or two. My resolve never for once faltered. I know that my freedom exists, and I would stop at nothing to claim it. The darkness suddenly grew thicker, as if it sensed my resolve.