Constellation awoke to darkness. Throbbing pain struck wildly at her head, hammering in and crushing everythought in it's path. Grimacing, Constellation stood and stretched, wings flashing back golden scales at her. She heard the scrape of chain against stone in the distance. Wild fear engulfed her. Had they discovered the plot? Clutching at her throat, Constellation quickly made sure the talisman was still around her neck. Three moons! If they had taken it, she'd have nothing. Nothing. With it, at least they'd still believe she had the infamous rumored powers... "Thank you, moons," whispered Constellation to the dark, empty room as her talons brushed against the cool obsidian of the talisman.Thankfully, the darkness of the room didn't bother her, and now that she looked, she could see the tiny glow emanating from the tiny rock. Such huge power to be put in such tiny talons. She shivered as she remembered the former abuse that had once been put on it. It was all hers now, with no one to boss her around and complain that she was using it wrong and that the NightWings were better off without her. Constellation's gut clenched in anger as she remembered the horrible sneer that had curled across Stellar's lips as she spoke. Her teasing, mocking tone rang out as clearly as if she were speaking to Constellation right now. Well, she was gone now. Sudden fury slammed into Constellation, and with a roar she blasted a blazing carpet of flames across the dark cell. In frustration, she slammed her shackled talons against the wall. Outrage seared her chest; her captors would pay for what they'd done! The door was flung open in a sudden flurry of movement. Startled, Constellation sprang back with a defensive hiss, arching her back in a vain attempt to look threatening. One of the guards burst into the cell, spear at the ready. Scorpion, if Constellation remembered correctly. "Hand over the talisman," snarled the burly SandWing. "Or die."
