Locked in a dungeon, it’s easy to forget you’re a wizard.
Daryn lost track of the days until something stung his eyes: sunbeams slanting through a high window. He hadn’t seen light in so long.
The next day the rays slanted lower, then lower still. The days grew longer, warmer. Finally, Daryn thought if he stood and stretched he could touch it.
His legs shook, but the sun on his palm made his heart pound. He remembered magic. They had suppressed his gift for too long.
He gathered some sunlight into his palm and threw it at his prison door.
Author’s Note: Incarcerating a wizard can be dangerous, especially when said wizard grabs hold of some hope.