Prison

It moves. Head, arms, tail.

Dark. Feel. Cold stone, black water. Cannot see. Feels all, everywhere. Cold metal of prison. Has felt the cold metal of prison for countless years.

Feel. Strange. Symbols. Cannot read. Belong to jailors. Push.

Light? No heat. Pressure changes. Moves, pushes, breaks chains, pulls down walls -

"We made them. We couldn't control them, but in our arrogance we made them anyway, much like we made countless others."

Change.

Light. Warm water. Can see. Blue clear waters, color, sun, light.

No chains. No walls.

Freedom!

"What will we do, when it breaks free? It must hate us so much."

It dances, all one hundred of it. Jubilation. No longer a prison. Swim swim swim, breach water, find warm air and sun.

Freedom!

Thoughts turn. Images of fire, stone, metal. Memories? Goals. Feel. Island. Land. Rich. Swim. Take. Gain firestonemetal.

Must build.

"The world will weep..."

Must build. Must grow. Grow strong. Stronger than anything. Stronger than jailors.

Will never be jailed again.

"...tears enough to fill the salt seas."