Have you ever looked at the sun and thought to yourself: I am so lucky. I can see sunlight, breath the air around it, and feel it caress every pore of my face. Have you ever thought what it would be like to have the sun; light, ripped away from you at a moments notice?
It is the year 406E, on the planet of Ravir. The prisons of the city of Skaarth have been growing and growing in number for years, and the city has no plans to create any more, or to expand existing prisons. Why should they? They can simply exile the worst of the scum to the Pit. Ah, the Pit. A dreadful place. Some of the local city-folk say that it is a door into Hell itself. Others say it isn't even real, and that they kill the prisoners and pile them up into a single grave. Regardless of whether it is true, the prisoners are told this: Whoever gets launched into the one-hundred thousand foot Pit will have to climb back up, until they finally see the light of day. They will face trial after trial in the dungeons of an old prison, until they can somehow make it out alive. At that moment, they will be free. No one knows if anyone has ever escaped the Pit. Perhaps those who have made it keep quiet for fear of being thrown into prison once again. Whatever the reason, the Pit is a frightening mystery, of which the very unlucky few have set eyes upon.
Now, a man and a woman will lock eyes in a prison room, for they have both just been designated for the Pit, along with about fifty other unlucky prisoners. Only time will tell if they even have a chance at survival, or if they have been just sentenced to death.
"Why should I have to come with you? It's 3 in the morning, blessed Thorntas..." This was the grumble of a half-asleep Olivia Jolene Mason; A petty thief with a love for shiny valuables. The only thing she loved more than the shine of coins or jewels was her own jokes. "Ugh..." She continued to grumble, as the look on the guards eyes said he didn't plan to let her return to her slumber.
She rubbed the morning crust off her eyes that had begun to form, and then she attempted to kick of her sheets. She struggled to get untangled from her blankets; she had been in such a deep sleep, that her blankets had started to hug her. She somehow got her feet on the floor, her blanket billowing down to the floor next to her. "Gosh, of all the lousy nights you pick the one where I actually fall asleep?"
She motioned for the guard to turn around so she could change into her prison uniform. Those black and white stripes were hideous, but she had gotten to used to them at this point so she forgot what a fashion disaster they were. "No, that won't be necessary, cretin. It will only be for a moment."
"Well," Olivia said, "Alright then. Whatever floats your boat Mr. Clunky-boots!" Olivia giggled at her joke about the guards armor. She then let the guard tie her arms behind her back. She was ready to go, but the guard hadn't pushed her forward yet. She turned to look at him, and he was looking at his boots! Olivia snorted and cackled, while the red-faced guard pushed her along like he had retained her respect.
They walked through the halls until the guard brought her to the familiar meeting room. She noticed that many other prisoners were already there, and she was forced to kneel in front of a podium with all the rest. She felt like a guillotine was going to chop all of their heads off any second.
"Hello, all!" A suspiciously cheerful voice mused. "And welcome to the Pit briefing session!"
Olivia gulped.
It is the year 406E, on the planet of Ravir. The prisons of the city of Skaarth have been growing and growing in number for years, and the city has no plans to create any more, or to expand existing prisons. Why should they? They can simply exile the worst of the scum to the Pit. Ah, the Pit. A dreadful place. Some of the local city-folk say that it is a door into Hell itself. Others say it isn't even real, and that they kill the prisoners and pile them up into a single grave. Regardless of whether it is true, the prisoners are told this: Whoever gets launched into the one-hundred thousand foot Pit will have to climb back up, until they finally see the light of day. They will face trial after trial in the dungeons of an old prison, until they can somehow make it out alive. At that moment, they will be free. No one knows if anyone has ever escaped the Pit. Perhaps those who have made it keep quiet for fear of being thrown into prison once again. Whatever the reason, the Pit is a frightening mystery, of which the very unlucky few have set eyes upon.
Now, a man and a woman will lock eyes in a prison room, for they have both just been designated for the Pit, along with about fifty other unlucky prisoners. Only time will tell if they even have a chance at survival, or if they have been just sentenced to death.
"Why should I have to come with you? It's 3 in the morning, blessed Thorntas..." This was the grumble of a half-asleep Olivia Jolene Mason; A petty thief with a love for shiny valuables. The only thing she loved more than the shine of coins or jewels was her own jokes. "Ugh..." She continued to grumble, as the look on the guards eyes said he didn't plan to let her return to her slumber.
She rubbed the morning crust off her eyes that had begun to form, and then she attempted to kick of her sheets. She struggled to get untangled from her blankets; she had been in such a deep sleep, that her blankets had started to hug her. She somehow got her feet on the floor, her blanket billowing down to the floor next to her. "Gosh, of all the lousy nights you pick the one where I actually fall asleep?"
She motioned for the guard to turn around so she could change into her prison uniform. Those black and white stripes were hideous, but she had gotten to used to them at this point so she forgot what a fashion disaster they were. "No, that won't be necessary, cretin. It will only be for a moment."
"Well," Olivia said, "Alright then. Whatever floats your boat Mr. Clunky-boots!" Olivia giggled at her joke about the guards armor. She then let the guard tie her arms behind her back. She was ready to go, but the guard hadn't pushed her forward yet. She turned to look at him, and he was looking at his boots! Olivia snorted and cackled, while the red-faced guard pushed her along like he had retained her respect.
They walked through the halls until the guard brought her to the familiar meeting room. She noticed that many other prisoners were already there, and she was forced to kneel in front of a podium with all the rest. She felt like a guillotine was going to chop all of their heads off any second.
"Hello, all!" A suspiciously cheerful voice mused. "And welcome to the Pit briefing session!"
Olivia gulped.