Well here we are, another story... a bit shorter then normal, sorry but after three origin stories in a row, wanted something a bit more easier.

We get some world building here, and introduction to Nightstone Prison, the main prison supervillains and crooks will be sent too, as well as some insight into Elementala's thinking. Come to think of it, it's been 4 years since she's last appeared. I need to get back into writing more. And think of this as the bridge from the Emergence arc and the Search for Others arc.

Thanks to a friend over on discord who gave me a bit of a hand with the opening paragraph, the original just felt really stiff and I couldn't figure out how to make it work.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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Located on an island one mile south from Neolythia City was Nightstone prison. A prison built in recent decades, serving as a maximum security prison. It was situated off the coast, with a guarded bridge that served as the only terrestrial way on and off. Being expansive it still has room to grow, and even with it being a prison, many of the locals still came to view the island from the coast for the stones at night, for the shine the rocks of the island emitted hence the name for it.

The prison itself was four storeys tall, jutting up like a grey block that had been planted on the island. The prison walls were ringed with bared wire and guard towers that were set at strategic positions offering overlapping views of the inside and outside. More closer to the edge of the island was a ring of a high chain linked fence with only two openings, one at the bridge and one that led to docks that laid at the north east. Both were guarded well, though in recent weeks security had been stepped up since the arrival of a new, different prisoner.


A row of isolation rooms had been closed off save for one no bigger then a supply closet or a janitor’s room, yet within it contained no normal prisoner. One that the warden had ordered triple guard duty for, as well as hoses, extinguishers that lined the grey walls and an additional sprinkler system added as precaution. Two guards flanked the door while another four stood opposite it, additional guards were spread out up and down the hall, all were ever vigilant.


Of the six guards outside the room one was a recent transfer, an otter who glanced from the cell towards one of the other guards. “Doesn’t this bother you? Don’t you find it’s weird of what’s in there?” he asked as the other guard looked towards him.

“She’s just a prisoner. She should be treated no different then the others.”

“Your kidding right?!” the otter asked flabbergasted at the brush off. “That’s a real fucking supervillian in there! How can you be this calm about it?!”

“Look, kid…. Yes, we all were surprised when she first came here. But that was three weeks ago. We try to not let the idea stop us from doing our job. My word of advice….” the bear paused as he glanced towards the door. “Wait until your off duty. We all were like that on the first day, but because of that and because of her powers we have to keep extra watch… God, it’s still odd to say things like this out-loud.”

“I hope it can hold her” the otter muttered as he turned his attention back to the door.


Chains rattled within the almost cramped room as the unicorn struggled as hard as she could for the umpteenth time, but once again leading to failure. The shackles keeping her to this chair will not budge as she let out a growl, her mind still working on ways that she could get out of here. Maybe getting a tear going in the suit she might be able to use her powers, maybe she could generate a flame hot enough to melt the chains… if she could even make it that hot.

Abandoning that idea for now the unicorn turned her attention back to the door, a heavy set one that was an inch or two thick. The metal barricade only had a single hatch that a guard opened to check on her, not that she can’t go anyway even if she wasn’t bound. Hell she could practically touch the walls near her as she turned her head, fiery orange eyes glancing up and down the wall just a foot from her at most. A glance up and she saw the high pressure sprinkler directly over her, she glared at it. She needed to plan more that much she was sure on.

For the moment she brushed aside any plans to get out of here and focused on a memory that brought her a smile not matter how many times it popped up. When she was being taken out of the prison van she had overheard a snippet of the radio, the newscaster talking about how a small Unicorn community had been given a small donation towards building it up a bit more. They were confused but grateful that someone out there hadn’t forgotten about them. The leader even thanking whoever it was that sent them the money, even hoping this wasn’t a one time thing as they needed a new… well, the list was long by the sounds of it.

‘I hope it doesn’t stop either’ the supervillainess thought to herself.

For what feels like an eternity she remained in that chair, occasionally shifting to try and at least get into a more comfortable position. Boredom quickly over taking her as she tried to think of something new to keep her occupied, until the sound of the heavy door opening caused her to look up. She watched the door swing open as she let out a sigh hoping it’s not another visitor from the prison therapist to try and ‘help her’. She didn’t need help, she was perfectly fine the way she was! If anything that needed help or change it was the rest of the world and she’ll see that it happens.

“Still bound, as if she could get anyway. Those chains are strong” a gruff voice brought her attention up seeing a tiger step in. He pulled in a machine used to feed her liquidised vegetables and fruits. The chained woman frowned at this, missing the feeling of actually eating something over this sloop. The guard let out a grunt as he unhooked the tube and brought it up towards a small hole in the mask. “Here, should make sure you don’t starve to death” he sneered at her making sure it was fastened tightly before the machine was turned on.

The light hum of the device sprung up to fill the small cell as the fluids start to traversed along the tube. From what she had seen it didn’t look that appetising as she grimaced as it started to pour into her mouth. Without much choice she swallowed it lest she wanted to choke on it even as she tried to stomach the bland taste to it. ‘Ok, it’s official… I apologise to all hospital and air-plane food, at least they TRIED to add flavour.’

For the next few minutes she ‘ate’ all the while the guard watched with his arms across his broad chest. Just like each time she’s seen him he always seemed just like a muscle bound thug, nothing too special and something she’d expect. Her eyes met his as she glared at him from behind the protective material, and she was sure as hell she would have had that ‘If looks could kill’ going at that moment. But the only response was just a grunt from him.

Soon the fluid stopped as the tiger moved forward and started to unhook the tube. As he pulled it back she watched it slip form his hands while he zipped up the mask. With a grumble the tiger bent down, snatched the tube up before he rose to his full height. However he paused, leaned forward as if he was checking to make sure the shackles were still in place. He took a quick glimpse over his shoulder before his muzzle raised to the same level of her ear.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be out soon enough.” It was a hurried and hushed toned as the guard stood back up, putting the tube back before pushing the machine back out.

As the door closed after him, the supervillainess remained sitting there, alone once again but in shock at what she heard. Did the courts allowed for an early release? No, that couldn’t be it, not the way he glanced over his shoulder. There was something else at play here. Perhaps someone needed to use her as a tool or it was a new potential ally. No matter what though, it made the upcoming days more bearable as she smirked.

‘Whitescar… I’ll be coming for you!’