Chapter CCLXXIII: Whaddya Expect Me to Do? ~Prism

Prism slumped against the wall of the dungeon in which she was being held, after finishing whatever it was that she had just eaten.

"Another lovely end to another lovely day..." she muttered to herself.

The Hoshi glanced outside her cell at the Shard of Light and the Crystalo Staff, both of which were hanging on the stone wall opposite hers. She had tried to summon her power multiple times, but there was some sort of magik within the dungeon that cancelled out her own.

Her hair, which hadn't seen a hairbrush in quite some time now, was barely held back in a sloppy ponytail, and her clothes were filthy. Thankfully, there were no mirrors in this dungeon.

The princess lay down on the wooden plank that was deemed her bed and stared at the cracked ceiling, which leaked on occasion due to bad plumbing, as if her living conditions weren't bad enough.

Other than when she was being served her nauseating dinner, Prism never saw anyone, let alone her captor. He was probably...attending to things...you know, like most princess-captors? But one would expect the Multehx-look-alike to make a few appearances to gloat in front of the 'helpless princess' (especially if he was anything like his counterpart); therefore his absence was slightly surprising.

Prism winced and turned on her side. The bruises on her back and wings from her struggle with Tehxnot'lucan were still there.

"Dammitall," the princess cursed. "I gotta get outta here."

But the way things looked now, she would most likely have to wait for a rescue...preferably not by an Italian in overalls. Though he could fix that aforementioned bad plumbing...