The days flew by like nothing. Hunger seized Shadow Siege like a plague. He'd been trapped in this pitch-black prison for more days than he could count. Though water occasionally dripped down from the ceiling, he received no food. He couldn't use his magic to so much as light up the dark place, much less to escape. This was due to a large split down the side of his horn. It hurt when he thought about it. The last time he'd tried to use it, the split had doubled in size, bringing agony so unbearable he'd blacked out.
Suddenly, a sliver of light came through the wall, as if a door was opening. The sliver got wider and wider until it opened up into a doorway. Though the light coming from it was dim, it was still enough to make Shadow Siege have to cover his eyes. Suddenly, a large clang sounded, and the cuff on his leg broke open.
"Get up," a rough voice said.
Shadow lie there, weak, unable to stand. He was barely conscious when a whip cracked on his flank.
"I said get UP!" The whip cracked again, causing Shadow Siege to wince. Eventually, Shadow Siege found the strength to rise. He opened his eyes to see a large stallion clad in black armor, with a pointed horn upon his head, levitating a long whip.
"Come with me," he growled. He turned and walked down the long hallway, indicating for Shadow Siege to follow him.
Stay tuned for Part 2!
