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        "Please! Help!... Help me!" Her body grew limp as exhaustion overcame her, but she was sat up long enough to see the dark cell lighten. The cause? An open door, with three silhouettes standing in the light.
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    The three silhouettes were extremely different in size: one was tall and muscular, another was short and relatively lean, and the third was petite and skinny.
    The imprisoned girl shuffled out of the light, mumbling nonsense as the tallest of the figures approached her. A metal hand, wearing black and white armor, reached out to her, but then faltered and recoiled. Replaced with it, wearing the same armor, was a humanesque hand.
    Gaining some of that previous courage, she slowly lifted her hand and grasped theirs. When she was gently pulled forward, the light cast itself onto the face of her savior and she nearly cried at the sight: Human. Her earlier suspicions were correct and they were humans! It had been so long since she had beheld another of her kinds face.
    The girls breathing grew rough as she exerted herself; her back cracked as she finally stood straight. The legs she so rarely used to their fullest extent could barely hold her weight and she grasped onto the arm of the man in front of her. The girl attempted to take a step and wobbly moved towards the opening, clamping tightly onto her guide. She eventually made it outside the door and her face was basked in the artificial lights of the ship. She gasped and reached up to cover her eyes, when the humans around her suddenly started to converse.
    The tall male that held her up initiated a conversation that sounded native to her home planet while her head rested against the man. The others replied in the same tongue with agreement. She assumed they figured out a plan on how to escape. Slowly, so he wouldn't startle her, he lifted her up into his arms and started to carry her down the halls.
    The doors of the cells flew past as the man jogged. Most of the cold cells on this part of the ship were empty, but those that weren't were freed of prisoners who were told to follow. At some point, one of the other humans left the group to, no doubt, accomplish the mission they had come to do in the first place. After a few paces, they were in an open room that held the escape pods. The small ships that were so close and yet, so far from the reach of the prisoners, were finally in their grasp and she clutched onto her hope that she might actually make it out of the evil ship she had been trapped in for most of her life. The man started to run faster and she grasped her little arms around his neck, making sure as to not fall off. Placing her in one of the seats on the pod, he looked at her for a minute and then gave her instructions that she couldn't understand.
    "We're going to send this pod to a castle ship: when you get there, ask Allura to check your injuries..." It was a short statement, and would have been effective if she had known what was said. The only thing she derived from his speech was the name "Allura", so she guessed she had to find them once the pod landed.... wherever that was...With that he exited the pod filled with prisoners and closed the door, pressing the eject button, he waved as they left and soon ran off to join his comrades. The pod was silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. The prisoners were quickly blasted out of the ship like a disease and propelled towards a large ship that resembled a castle.
    Some of the creatures she shared the small vessel with started to weep. Relief was on many of the ex-prisoners faces as they slowly crept towards the space castle. Some yells and cheers even sounded throughout the cabin. Soon enough the people were laughing and cheering and crying, but the girl sat in corner, scrunched into a ball, silent.
    Her mind was apprehensive and confused. The girl's stomach lurched at the thought of who might be in the castle and suddenly she had wished she had not called out. At least, in prison she knew what was to become of herself... but now? The future was too much of a mystery and suddenly the young woman wondered if she would ever make it home. Still, it really wasn't home anyways because she had lived there for less than half of her life. Her parents might still be alive, if they managed to survive that night...
    Shaking the thoughts out of her head she focused her vision on the nearing vessel. From far away, what seemed to be a large white mass sharpened into a castle. Her eyes scanned the ship, covering every nook and cranny that the surface of the ship had to offer. Nearly there, a door opened and the pod flew in, docking itself in the bay. As the prisoners cheered, the girl remained silent and stared out into the space they had escaped from: watching as the bay doors closed off any form of escape. Rustling and stomping sounded throughout the cabin of the small ship as all sorts of creatures exited in glee, happy to be free. The girl stayed in her seat, her only form of protection the ball she kept herself in, and her eyes outward. The anxiety she had felt before had finally overcome her, and now she would not move. No manner of speaking in that foreign tongue or physical force would make her willingly move.