After a while, falling asleep was my only option. At least it was hot in the nether, so I didn't need a blanket. I woke up suddenly to a banging on the bars, and I sat up to see a wither skeleton sliding in a tray of food. "Better eat up, you won't get anything for a couple days." The bony figure said in a thick accent. I got up and saw a half of a steak, a loaf of bread, and a bottle of water. 'At least it's something.' I thought. I sat down against the wall and began to eat the steak. I looked up across the hall where a small boy was leaning against the bars. He looked as skinny as one of the guards and pale, too. He looked at me with sad eyes and looked back down and the empty tray in his cell. I looked down the hall and no guards were there, so I began to talk to the boy. "Hey, did you eat?" I asked. He looked up and shook his head. "They gave me just an empty tray. They're bad people..." He said in a sad voice. I looked down at the loaf of bread, picked it up, and reached the food towards him. "Here, take it. You look like you need it." He looked at me and back at the bread. He took it and took a big bite and began to chew. "Hey, slow down! You'll get a stomach ache if you eat it too fast." I chuckled, and he looked at me. "Like this..." I took a small bite of my steak and chewed, then swallowed a moment later. He took a smaller bite of his bread and repeated my process. I smiled and he smiled back. We talked for awhile and he told me that his mom had been here too, but she died a month earlier. He also told me that he was only 7 and his dad was trying to protect his village when he and his mother got caught. His father was killed it the process. I was astonished that this young boy has gone through so much and he didn't even shed a tear while telling me his story. "And now I'm here," he said with sad eyes, "and all because I had a power that He wanted." My eyes widen. "Wait, you have a power too?" He looks up and nods. "Yea, I can move lava and water with my brain. But I never got to use it. My mommy said that it was strange to use in front of anyone." He bowed his head. "It's okay, I have a power too." I say and he looks at me with hope. "You do?" He asks. I nod and say, "yea! When I kill a mob, I get it's power." "Like, when you kill a bat you can fly?" I shrug my shoulders at his question. "I don't know, I never got to try it. But I did kill a wither skeleton when I got the power. Maybe I can wither someone the next time I hit someone." He smiles at the suggestion and I do too. "By the way, my name is Lacey. What's yours?" I ask. "Oliver, it's nice to meet you!" He smiles even more and my smiles widens as well. He's so cheery, even through the things he's been through. He reminds me of... My smile disappears. I think of Opal again, and look at Oliver. I hope he doesn't have to stay here any longer. He doesn't deserve to be here. Even if he were to die, I would be happy for him, to be out of this hell hole. "Miss Lacey? Are you okay?" He asks and I pull on a smile. "I'm okay, don't worry." He smiles then rubs his eye. "Okay, well, I think I'm going to go to sleep. I'm getting tired." I nod and as he moves towards his bed, I see that he has the same "H" mark on his arm as mine. I become mad and shake in anger. 'I will get out of here. I will!' I say quietly so that Oliver can't hear. 'I will.'