plotted starter with @silxntwildfirx
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The cells Sara had been placed in a few weeks prior were growing to the point of overflowing with other kidnapped children. They were dirtied, hungry, and taken out only to learn to fight with adult soldiers pushing them around, without any knowledge as to why.
They usually left in groups for the training if they’d leave at all, but every once in a while, a healthy weighted child would be chosen and taken away, never to be seen again. Most of her cellmates speculated that they were taken away to be soldiers for the Granville Empire.
They didn’t want to think of anything else that could have happened.
But the kids could only be blissfully ignorant for so long. One morning— or maybe it was night, it grew hard to tell after so many days inside— a guard loudly began banging on the cell walls, a snap of his fingers lighting the torches in the dungeon.
“Wake up and look at least half alive, little shits! His Highness, Prince Julius is on his way to visit each and every one of you, personally.”
The mage guard stays for a second with a weird smile on his face, watching eagerly for the reactions of the kids. It must be unexpected. The child recruiting process was secretive, as was most everything else going on in the heart of the Empire. Few really knew much of Emperor Arvis’s son, the real puller of the strings around here. He hid himself well, not to be seen by the public eye but on extremely rare occasions.
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