Black Waters

It was dark and eerie in the prison known as The Vox. The only sound resonating through the Third Block was footsteps. A new mage approaching their current home. Then the cries began. "I didn't do it! I swear! I did not kill Rose!" The voice was rich and warm, though terror overtook it, his fate was now sealed. Adam Killigan walked by cells upon cells, filled with those of all races, sizes, and abilities, chained to cold metal walls within their own private cages. Fear crept into Adam's stomach as he found himself approaching his own. "I told you I didn't kill them!" He was prodded in the back by the butt of a heavy rifle and as the man stumbled forward he spat brilliant flames of all colors, easing himself as he fell to the ground. "Shit. You didn't cuff him?" One of the guards stated as another fumbled to put nullifying restraints on the convict's wrists. Shortly after he was put in his cell, strapped to a cold wall, his face hot with shame.