ELARA
Taking a deep breath, I stepped back and channeled all my power to my hand, attempting to self-destruct the door locks. However, after numerous attempts, nothing was working.
"URGH!" I slammed my foot on the door frame, beginning to pace. "There has to be something you can do, Elara!" I seethed, combing my hand through my hair. Just then, I decided to go with the first idea that struck.
Stabbing my finger into my hair, I pulled out a pin. Bending over the lock, I thought if this worked, once more I had my father to thank for imbibing me with as many survival skills as possible - as though he knew someday I would become a prisoner of war.
Click!
The lock gave way, and I stepped back, a broad smile spreading. "Yes!" I reeled, tucking the pin back into my hair. Subtly,
