'Tonight is the night' Zach said to himself with his eyes looking down into his palms which he held upwards towards his face. Zach sat against his bed in the prison cell he had been wrongfully condemned too for three years now. It was cold and rather damp, the walls of the jail were solid rock though there was no magical protection seeing as it was a jail for normal humans. A flash of light gently light up the room for a split second as lightning flash and thunder crackled through the air of the wet and rainy night. It was around two am so there was only one guard on duty and he was a rather lazy one, Zach had been watching him for a while as he tried to figure out the best time to escape, he had been planning this for quite a long time. As the lightning gently light up the room Zach was shadowed by it as his back was to the wall of the only bared window in his cell.
The lightning had been just bright enough to light up the eyes of the prisoner in the cell just across from him. The prisoner had been sitting facing directly towards Zach, a wide smirk could be read on his face. Zach gave a nod to his mentor, the one who had taught him magic and kept him safe while he was doing his time. Like Zach, this man had been wrongfully placed in that hell hole though he was very old, he had accepted that he was going to die in prison but he had hoped to pass on his greatest asset in his life to a pupil, this asset was a very unknown magic that the man had stumbled upon. Zach slowly got up off of his bed and walked over to the front of his cell, placing two hands on the bars and leaning his face into them in order to get closer to the man and whispered a grateful 'Thank you' to the old man. Zach then turned around and walked over to the back wall of his cell which had the window high above his head. Raising his left hand, Zach's fingers started to glow with a faint white light. Zach then drew a vertical line on the wall which marked it with a white line of his magic, Zach then took a step back and snapped his fingers.
Upon snapping his fingers his magic invoked its self, the walls of the cell seemed to move apart for him as if he had his own special door to the outside world. Zach looked at the view ahead of him in amazement, he could see the wet grass and the rain along with the storm that was currently going on. The field ahead of him was now mostly a mud pit but he had no other choice and he wasn't going to let mud stop him. Zach took a deep breath and sprinted as fast as he could off into the distance, looking back only for a second to see the door which he had just walked through slowly close behind him as he made his way into the stormy night.
The lightning had been just bright enough to light up the eyes of the prisoner in the cell just across from him. The prisoner had been sitting facing directly towards Zach, a wide smirk could be read on his face. Zach gave a nod to his mentor, the one who had taught him magic and kept him safe while he was doing his time. Like Zach, this man had been wrongfully placed in that hell hole though he was very old, he had accepted that he was going to die in prison but he had hoped to pass on his greatest asset in his life to a pupil, this asset was a very unknown magic that the man had stumbled upon. Zach slowly got up off of his bed and walked over to the front of his cell, placing two hands on the bars and leaning his face into them in order to get closer to the man and whispered a grateful 'Thank you' to the old man. Zach then turned around and walked over to the back wall of his cell which had the window high above his head. Raising his left hand, Zach's fingers started to glow with a faint white light. Zach then drew a vertical line on the wall which marked it with a white line of his magic, Zach then took a step back and snapped his fingers.
Upon snapping his fingers his magic invoked its self, the walls of the cell seemed to move apart for him as if he had his own special door to the outside world. Zach looked at the view ahead of him in amazement, he could see the wet grass and the rain along with the storm that was currently going on. The field ahead of him was now mostly a mud pit but he had no other choice and he wasn't going to let mud stop him. Zach took a deep breath and sprinted as fast as he could off into the distance, looking back only for a second to see the door which he had just walked through slowly close behind him as he made his way into the stormy night.