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It had been four years since Nessa was thrown in prison at the age of eleven, the channeller felt that eleven was an appropriate age to be thrown in prison considering he thought the color of her blood meant she was a danger to other people, she would have to wait and count the days till she was eighteen and could finally be free of her pain and be floated.
"Prisoner two thirty stand up" a guard member said walking into her cell she stood and stared as they escorted a young brunet into her cell practically throwing her in like a rag doll then closing the door. The girl cried begging to be let out and banging on the door.
"It's no use" Nessa spoke up making her turn around "Im Nessa" she smiled weakly "Im Octavia" the other girl said "Why'd they lock you up?" Nessa asked curiously "For being born" the girl mumbled "What about you" she asked "Same well also the color of my blood" she told her
Octavia smiled a little happy her and the girl had something in common "My older brother used to tell me stories about you" she admitted to Nessa making her smil𝖾
