The next 3 months were a blur

It was an everlasting cycle...

Wake

Eat

Train

Sleep

Nothing ever changed. Aspect was ashamed for thinking it, but he was almost looking forward to his first mission. He kept strong, for Oralie. Fintan did not trust him not to run, even now. He almost forgot Aspect wasn't his real name. Nothing felt painful now, just tiring... and numb. Flicker and Eden had sympathy for him. They had banded together a while ago, and he had been brought into their secret friendship. Those elves were probably the only thing keeping him from going insane. Sometimes he tripped, or ripped his cloak on purpose, just to see them. At least Oralie would be safe.  His training varied, but always left him exhausted. Some days it was the simulation room. Some days it was basic medical skills. Some days it would be telekinesis, physical labor, and even (on the rare and absolutely wonderful days!) it would be studying, in the Neverseen's huge library. Aspect thought the library was the least sinister thing about the whole hideout.  He checked his watch ( Flicker had gotten him one) to see the time. 7:30. The special announcement was at 9. Although he had not been invited, he was curious to see what was going on.  He had finished training an hour ago, a sim room as per usual. He was less tired than normal, but his head was pounding. Someone had spilled a brown liquid on the floor of the staircase. The yelling in coming from one of the higher floors distracted him, and he slipped. He tumbled all the way down the stairs.  He tried to get up and yelped as a stab of pain shot up his left leg. A cloaked figure he had yet to meet walked up to him, and offered his hand. Gratefully, Aspect took it. The elf, who was completely cloaked, carried him to Eden. They left as soon as Eden took him. Aspect watched as Eden, very carefully examined his leg. "Okay, where does it hurt?" the Doctor asked.  "My ankle..." "Can you roll it for me?" Aspect tried, but gasped in pain. "N-no." Eden nodded, and removed Aspect's boots. He felt Aspect's ankle bone very carefully. "Alright, it's  just dislocated. I am going to pop it back into place. It will hurt though, and you won't be going anywhere until tomorrow morning. "But-" "No buts. Doctors orders." Eden said, as he moved his fingers into a firm position around Aspect's ankle. He kept his other hand firmly on Aspect's stomach. Then, in one quick movement, he popped the ankle back into place. Aspect screamed, and then started crying softly. He was not used to this kind of pain. Fintan walked into the room and took one look at Aspect. "What did you do know, Carrothead." Aspect did not speak, refusing to talk to the elf who had gotten him stuck in this position. "So, the used-to-be king thinks he's to good to talk to us huh?" "Eden. Leave." Ordered Fintan. Eden bit his lip and glanced at Aspect, who nodded. He was already in trouble, Eden didn't need to get in to it as well.  Eden left the room, and Fintan looked at him. "Well, little king. Looks like we will have some fun after all?" Fintan took something out of his pocket. "Do you remember this? You and your pretty little council of 12 thought it was so fun to let me choke on my  own blood. " Fintan pinned Aspect took the cot, and cuffed him onto it.  With a bitter smile, Fintan put on the mouth guard.  Aspect found himself not being able to breathe. The device let in barely enough air to keep him awake, and he tried desperately spit it out. Fintan held a hand over his mouth. "Not as fun now that you are the prisoner, huh Aspect."