The big old bell rang in the middle of the night. Wonder who wakes up to do that every night? Does that person ever sleep?

Thoughts ran in and out of Sawyer's mind, as she tried to commence her escape plan.

Focus Sawyer, Focus!

Sawyer braided her midnight blue hair. There was no light in that tower, except for the candle she had stolen. Sawyer pulled out a mirror from under the small and stiff pillow. It was beautiful indeed. Covered in gold.

She broke it.

Careful not to cut herself, she fixed the shards into a wooden stick of a make-shift broom. In the shards, he could see her eyes changing their original brown color to light red. She'd finally be free. Sawyer dusted off her ragged clothes. Were they even clothes? Just some woman's large frock wrapped around her with a mismatched ribbon.

Sawyer pouted, thinking. Should I cut the dress to the thighs? Or higher?

After talking to herself for another minute, she took off the dress and used one of the shards to cut it to her mid-thighs. She cut off the large arms and they fit perfectly on her thighs and legs. She placed the ribbon in her hand and the color turned to the same shade of baby blue as the dress. She cut off the spare ribbon and tied it to the ends of her braid.

Now that the moment was here, she breathed deeply. After many failed attempts, this one had to work out.

She closed her eyes and thought of a girl in the woods some months earlier. Big brown eyes, straight brown hair.

Sawyer pushed back the big vines that covered the tower. The moment she had come in about three years ago -according to the guards- she had dug out a hole in the weak part of the tower. All the debris had been cleared out, and the vines hid any proof of a hole. The make-shift window revealed a black sky.

No stars and no moon. Perfect.

Using the dirty bed sheets from the laundry, Sawyer made a rope and hung it to the old chamber of the bed. The guards were on rounds, so she had to be quick.

She threw herself down and caught the rope before she touched the ground. Sawyer pulled her feet out of the slightly tight black shoes and felt the grass. Gulping, she tip-toed to the area where that girl from before had gone to. Out of the corner, she saw a dull orange light coming directly her way.

She jumped to a tree and stayed still, craning her neck ever so lightly. Once the guards were gone, she climbed down and prayed the two idiots don't try to come back. Now the only obstacle was this wall.

Quietly and quickly she leaped over the gates. There was she finally called out her plants and was quickly wrapped in a hug of flora. And now, it was her time to make her comeback.