It appears that I will not starve to death today. I heard voices outside the prison. Harsh, sibilant then frightening. I heard in the middle of the nonsense my name. Clearly, repeatedly. My name. They knew me.
I was blinded by a light shining in my face. I shielded my eyes, seeing nothing but blue afterglow. A black silhouette finally was visible behind the light. The outline of a Narn. Undeniably a Narn. “Hello, G’Quan.” he smirked. “Finally where you belong. Our friends are quite interested in making your acquaintance.”.
I believe I recognized the voice. Someone I knew. Someone who would recognize me even now… Could a member of the Kha’Ri be here? Would one of them betray me to the Darkness?
“Nothing to say? No eloquent speeches? They will cut you into pieces, you know, to see what you are made of. They think you are with the Enemy, but we know you are a useless blowhard.”
He left then. Soon after some food and water was brought. I had to make a decision. To eat and worry of poison or die with food in my reach. Obviously I chose to eat. If they wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t need to bother with poison. Just leave me a few more days… It was strange in flavor. I have no idea what it was. It was edible and I haven’t died.
I don’t think I want to meet his friends. I am certain that it will go poorly for me. Yet if I saw them myself… would that mean I would go to their home? Their world?
Would death and torture (probably in the opposite order) be a price worth paying for that experience?
Of course not. What is the point of seeing the home of the Darkness if I cannot tell my fellow Narn and warn them?
The empty containers melted away leaving nothing. Nothing to hold more liquid. Nothing to count my days with. Nothing to retrieve. Nothing I could use to escape. So very efficient. It was enough to weep. Though I refuse to show such weakness in front of these.
They are not the ones who battled me before. They are not so black that they leave a hole in the light. They are not the Soldiers of Darkness that we fought on the field. They cannot enter my mind. They cannot fight me except as one creature against another. They may have weapons, but I have will and shall not give up.
I must destroy this place. I don’t know how it will come to pass at this moment. I am alone in a way that I have never been alone before. It is one of the most empty of feelings. Fear looms large, gibbering in my mind. Yet I keep my countenance clear. I will plan. I will escape.
I will destroy this place. I will destroy the Darkness.
But how? That remains to be seen.