Jem Pov
I woke up laying on a wet cell floor. Slowly I lifted myself up, groaning in annoyance. My head was throbbing as I pressed my fingers against it, feeling it wet. Blood? Or water? I couldn’t tell, it was too dark to really see. I tried to remember what happened. I had opened my eyes to see my older brother staring back at me. It had been so long, so many years, but he looked the same as always. He seemed just as tall as me, maybe an inch taller, his body was more muscular than before. Years of honing himself, no doubt, wanting to surpass the ghost of the brother he had killed. Well, that he thought he had killed. I wondered distantly as I heard footsteps coming towards me, if father still compared us to each other, even long after I was gone?
Ice cold water was flung on me
