The sounds of metal chains and bashing had filled the small, Yet tall cell, It’s dimly lit stage had no audience to laugh and mock; Nezha, the third lotus prince, chained in a cell, the chains wrapped around his neck and arms, Nezha had been forced to his knees while beings trapped. Nezhas hair was down, so his black hair was over his face, His armour was token off, broken, Only showing his lower armour and top Nezhas pink eyes shon with anger LET ME OUT!