(I think I'd like to make a book with all the background of the other characters besides Sky. What do you guys think? I'll probably just end up stinking them on at the end of this book. I made a new cover for this book, but I think I'd also like to change the title....)

(Sky's POV)

"You'll help me escape!", Ty asks excitedly. "Yep, and I think I know the perfect plan", I say while grinning. I glance out at the hallway before quickly scurrying over to the other corner of the room. I force my fingers into one of the cracks between the stone blocks. It scrapes against my skin, drawing a little blood, but I don't care much. I pull out a section of the floor and gently set it down so I don't make a lot of noise. It's about 10:30, so most of the guards should be somewhere else, but better safe then sorry.

     I reach down into the floor and down up to my shoulder.  My finger tips brush against a metal object, and I grasp the handle. I lean back with a triumphant smile, a butter knife in hand. I know that it's not a real knife, but is was the only thing I could sneak away. The hole alone took most of the year to scrape out with my hands.

     "I was going to try and get out by myself, but now you can get out", I tell Ty. "Me? Aren't we going together?", he protests. I sit crisscross apple-sauce and gesture to the ankle band on my foot. "That thing tracks me, and will shock me if I try to run. You don't have one, so you can still escape!", I explain. "Then how were you planning on escaping?", he shoots back. "I wasn't planning on staying alive after I got out....... better to die from the shock of the tracker then spend another year here", I admit. Ty looks at me with horrified expression once again. But a thought strikes me like a ton of bricks. I don't want to die. I would be fine with it yesterday, but now I'm afraid. I guess not feeling emotion can be pretty bad sometimes.

     "I-I'll come back for you. This place only has 20 guards top, and the camp I'm part of has easily 40. I can come back and free you! And we can free other slaves, too!", he cheers. A smile instantly appears on my face. "I-I'd really like that", I say. "Sky, what's wrong?", Ty asks. "What do you m-", I start, but am cut off once I realize that I'm crying. But not from sadness. I'm happy that he cares. I give Ty a smile, snickering at his confused face. "I'm not sad, Ty. I'm happy".

(Time Skip)

     I can tell that it's one in the morning from the half-burnt torches. I nudge Ty awake, then move over to one of the bars. I take out the butter knife and inspect my work from the last few months. The bottom of one of the bars had been sawed almost completely off by my now blunt knife. Ty and I both push against the bar, making it snap off. I easily slip through with my skinny frame, Ty just barely fitting. Long dead instincts from my past quickly reawaken, and send me into a crouch. Ty follows suit, and we both creep forward. I glance back at the other cell, but I don't have time to saw through the bar. I can maybe try after Ty gets miles away.

     I hear footsteps coming down the hall, I motion for Ty to stop. We hide around the corner, and I'm not sure what I'm doing until my hand is over the guard's mouth. I pull him down and quickly stab the butter knife into his throat. He dies a quick death, unlike all my suffering. I can see Ty look slightly afraid on me, but I just mutter a quick, "It was him or us". Before we continue any further, I rip off the bandages covering my back. Two of the wounds are still open, but I don't want any other guards to think that I'm weaker then what they already think. Maybe they'll run away before I kill them. Not likely.

     Ty and I creep forward once again, and I'm about to push open the door to the mess hall, when I hear a giant crash. I peek through the crack in the door to see that the outside doors were forced open. Cloaked figures sprinted through, knives and swords gleaming. A few with bows open fire at the guards rushing into the room. Ty's breath hitches as we continue to watch. The guards never stood a chance. And last but not least, I saw them drag Master out into the mess hall and then behead him. I had never hear a better sound then his head hitting the floor...... if that make any sense. Man, what ever happen to my fourteen year-old innocence? Oh wait, now I remember. It was beaten out of me with a whip. Nope, not sorry at all.

     The cloaked figures meet back up on the center of the hall, starting to talk about..... something, but I see one of them point over to me and Ty's hiding place. They probably know that there are cells here, if they're smart. I nudge Ty behind me, and he thankfully doesn't protest. I hold the butter knife in my hand outstretched hand, not that it'll do much good. I give Ty a quick smile before shoving open the door.