Cykas had been kept in the brig of the Pyramidian for almost two week now. Not that he had paid that much attention to it. There were plenty of tally marks on the walls, but they had all been carved by former prisoners. His long dark hair had begun to grow slightly unkempt. His goatee, formerly carefully trimmed, had grown out wildly, the sides of his face acquiring a covering of coarse hair. For most of his confinement, the crew of the ship that had captured him had left him alone, bringing him a few pieces of bread and a cup of water.
He eyed his belongings hanging up on the wall just outside his reach, his Iron medallion swinging gently with the rocking of the ship, right next to his bayonets. He closed his eyes to begin his prayers, as he did every day. The crew began shouting, but this was a normal occurrence, there was always something to shout about on an airship. What snapped him out of his meditations was the sound of fighting on the deck above, which soon stopped. he barely heard the muffled sounds of voices.
He began pounding the bars of his cell, yelling out in a powerfully deep voice, "What is going on? What happened? I need help!" He only could hope that these people heard him and that they were in fact friendly. Perhaps his prayers had been answered and these people would free him from this prison. Or perhaps not, and he was only calling on his doom to arrive sooner. All he knew was that he was going to keep yelling and pounding until someone heard him. (i hope its ok to post in here, if its not i can just delete the post )
