Evania sat in what had been 'home' for the past three days. The twenty year old didn't have much more to do in the small cell like room. It was made of stone and had nothing more than a dirt floor. The one small window she had was too high for the young woman to reach even when standing on the metal bucket she'd been left to do her business in. Besides, even if she could reach it, there were three thick iron bars across it. She was beginning to grow stir crazy in here. She hated feeling trapped, and that's exactly what she was. Three days ago she'd been heading home from the local tavern. It wasn't as if she'd been too drunk to walk. Evania had only been down there for a few flagons of ale and to watch a few of the locals make asses out of themselves. It was always a good laugh. The trouble began, though, when one of the men approached Evania. She had slipped up a bit and let her flames come through as she clapped. The man was more interested in her pyrokinetics than her, which in truth she was fine with. He was a large man, covered in hair and smelled dirty. He was also a good fifteen years older than her. In the end she told him to fuck off and when he persisted, she'd punched him in the throat, sending him gasping for air. The tavern had grown silent, until someone broke it with laughter and she was clapped on the back. She knew how to take care of herself. Evania had grown up with only her older brother, Elyan. Their parents died when she was four and he was fourteen. As she grew older, he taught her how to fight and how to use the fire inside of her. He had a similar gift and was quite skilled in using it, especially for combat. But Elyan had disappeared three years ago in the middle of the night, not saying anything except that they would see each other again one day. The then seventeen year old had been upset, but she understood. Elyan had something he needed to do and she trusted him to keep his word. Despite this all of this, Evania had been caught unaware when she was only a few hundred yards from home. At first, she had thought it to be her brother but the stench of drunkenness made her aware that it was indeed not. Evania had been grabbed from behind and when she put up a struggle, the burly kidnapper had put her in a sleeper hold until her body went limp. She'd woken up the next morning right here in this cell. The only interaction she'd had with other people was when a meal was slid in for her twice a day: at noon, and at dusk. Evania suspected that the culprit was the man she'd punched in the throat, but had not seen him. In fact, she hadn't even seen more than the hands of whoever was feeding her. The wooden door had been soaked in water, disabling her from setting it aflame and escaping. Evania got up from her seated position on the ground. She stretched and paced about a bit. When she stopped, she groaned loudly. "This is bullshit," she yelled out. "At least show your goddamn face!"