Cold blue light cast the Prince's face into shadow as he leaned forwards, one arm pushed to the shoulder through the gaps between the bars of his cell. The Feylord had thrown the key to his cell literally a foot out of Caelleum's grasp and the exhausted prince grunted, knowing he couldn't reach them. The metal sparkled coldly in the flickering torchlight, taunting his outstretched fingers, far worse than any physical torture because they represented freedom. They were so close. So tantalizingly close. A tear slid down Caelleum's cheek, which was pressed into the cold floor. So. Very. Close. His breath quickened as footsteps approached and he withdrew the hand, backing away into the depths of his cell as the footsteps drew nearer, closing his eyes. A shadowy figure, taller than Keltas, its footsteps more hesitant than that of the new Feylord, (not that Caelleum noticed) edged into the light. Caelleum lowered his head, waiting for a blow as there was the clicking sound and the bars slid back. Nothing. "Go ahead," he begged, his voice raw and weaker than he'd like. That was the answer Keltas expected- he informed the boy that he needed 'permission' from Caelleum to beat him. Still nothing. "Are these the keys to your cell?" came a voice, softer than the Feylord's, less menacing. Hardly daring to breathe, Caelleum looked slowly up. An outstretched hand dangled the two keys in front of him, and the hand was connected to... "Kellin?" ************************************************************** Track: Karma- AJR (Caelleum) THIS CHANCE MEETING IS NOT AS OPPORTUNE AS IT LOOKS-
