CHAPTER 39 — FIGHT OR DIE.

THREE WEEKS LATER. MONDAY

I had been shackled in this dark, moist and mould smelling cell for all I knew could have been up to a week. No one had come and from the looks of things, no one was coming. The only company I had were the two adjudicators that stood outside my prison. I was thrown into this place; the female adjudicator had taken much pleasure in shackling me to the walls. These chains were nothing; I could break out of them as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter. 

I felt a slow healing crack in my skull mend itself. Whoever had struck me had been leathel. Before I reawakened I had had several flashbacks of Jhan. I had had these before, my clan leader murdering my family. But this time I could easily tell it was just my mind playing with me.

Jhan had never killed my family, it was all just in my mind and the fake flashbacks must have probably been caused by the extreme disorientation I was feeling in my head. Same goes for the first time