Count The Days: Intro

That was nothing new in these times. The crime rate on (the world of) Norik was at a all-time high, and without a supreme king to make laws, there was no way of forcing them to make more. Obviously, they were reluctant, prisons didn’t come cheap those days.

It was arguably the most dangerous prison in the world of Norik, and although it was arguably the most dangerous, it unarguably had the worst living conditions. It was given the name Tedah many years before, but the prisoners gave it another name, made long before, a name not just used for Tedah, but for evil itself. Hell.

He had a average build, around 6 foot 6, 170 pounds. His long blonde hair extended down to his broad shoulders. He had a rough beard, not being able to shave in the prisons was another disadvantage. He wore a tattered old shirt, his armor being taken from him, and pants that extended down to his leather shoes at his feet. His eyes were dark blue, giving off an unusual glare as the moonlight shone off his pupil. He looked like a brave, barbaric, ruthless warrior, and his filthy face added to this look. His name was Jheed Rabaria, a prisoner of Tedah, or Hell.

He sat up and looked out the window. The crescent moon shone brightly onto his face through the bars. It’s time. He slowly sat up in bed. His eyes squinted upon seeing the light, then he turned back around and laid back on the bed gingerly. The large door in the front of the cell was bolted up and locked in five different places, making sure that the prisoners would stay prisoners. Only bars to the sides of them held him back from escaping the cell, although he would be caught and killed upon sight. If he was caught.

Jheed put his feet onto the floor and stood up. He strolled casually over to the locked door. He stepped to the left of it and stuck his head through the bars and peered down each side of the hall. Nothing. He looked at the cells around him, checking if anyone was awake. Nothing.

He pulled his head out and walked out over to the bed. He looked at it, then kneeled down and got onto the floor. He shivered from the chills that the concrete floor gave off to his cheek. He looked under the bed, then after looking back at the door, cautiously crawled under the bed.

A large shield laid in the middle of the concrete that held up the bed. It had an intricate pattern, being a gilded shield, and was a teal blue color, although disguised in the night. In the middle there was a large dragon, it’s eyes gleaming red as it breathed fire out, almost into your face it seemed. Other patterns ran around it, with what seemed to be ribbons crossing over each other, and then again. He looked over it fondly, then suspiciously pushed the shield to his left.

A gaping hole was gradually revealed to him. After years of hard labor and sleepless nights, he had finally finished digging through the hard concrete (with a spoon), to the network of tunnels that would lead him out. The abyss that it held could not be seen by him, and even the moonlight wouldn’t have helped him to see through this, although he knew what the darkness held. After observing it, he jumped in. It was nothing new to him, he had gotten used to darkness.

His feet hit the soggy ground with a ‘splosh’.