starlight.
Has he been trapped for a year? A hundred years, or perhaps just a few days. Nubia didn’t know. Sometimes, it felt like he was only trapped for moments, other times it felt like centuries. Betrayed by his own sister, some days he just wished she killed him instead of leaving him to rot in a a wooden box, buried so deep within the depths of the earth that it was guaranteed he wouldn’t be found.
Well, that’s what Nubia used to think. But when his wooden prison was opened, and the sunlight hit his sensitive eyes. He knew it was time.
The sunlight felt like it was burning. He heard confused shouts, he just tried to get his eyes used to the light once again. Blinking very slowly, he sat up and covered his eyes with his hands. “Where am I?” He asked, in his mother tongue of Murad.
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