The Dark King's niece stood in her stone chamber, storm gray bricks surrounding her, incasing her in a square room. Charcoal gray chains tie her to the walls. Aurora, her name, finally opened her mint green eyes as the endless storms bashed at the prison's walls. Her lavender and ice blue hair whipped around in the ferocious gales. What she doesn't realize is that the supposedly dead Thomas stood outside her cell, climbing up the deadly cliffs of the coastal building.
To Thomas's surprise, Aurora unchained herself. She escapes.