What if, after the events of Gatekeeper Pt 2, Koragg doesn't let Udonna go.
He held her arm tightly. He gripped it with the force of iron, sending pain shooting it.
"The Snow Staff stays with me," he growled. She tried to twist away, only hurting herself in the process. "And so do you."
Koragg's rough voice sent chills through Udonna's system. He was supposedly a man of honor, but holding her captive didn't seem very honorable to the White Sorceress. The sorceress tried, once again, to break free, but this time, Koragg let her.
"You can't hold me here," she said, raising her hand to cast a spell.
A blast of magic caused her to stumble back and she found that she couldn't use any sort of magic.
"What have you done," she demanded, voice rising.
"Prevented your escape," he said. "Come with me."
He began to turn away but Udonna was rooted to the spot, partly out of fear, partly out of defiance.
"Now. Or I'll return to the surface and punish your rangers for your actions."
Udonna swallowed and, although purely incensed by his words, followed him. He kept her close to him, slowing his pace if she slowed down hers. There was absolutely no chance of escape.
The woman stilled as she saw where he meant to hold her. It was a cave, but the entrance was obscured by thorns. Very small, very dark. She hated the dark.
"You're to live here."
She gave an abbreviated laugh in a mocking tone. "Live? Aren't you going to kill me? Is this my prison until my death," she asked dubiously.
The Knight Wolf growled at her and held her arm again. The other one. Tighter than before. Udonna almost regretted her snide remark. Almost.
"Do not test me, sorceress."
She fell silent and she could almost feel the triumph he felt. The wave of feeling was faint, but Udonna was a better empath than most.
With a wave of his hand, the vines receded into the walls and he pushed (literally pushed) the white sorceress into the cell. It was a luxury to call it a cell. It was cramped, damp, and all there was in it was a stone tablet slightly raised above the floor for the woman to sleep on. There was almost no light, except what filtered through the door, which Udonna suspected would be heavily decreased once the vines extended across the entrance again.
The Knight, she laughed in her mind to call him that, didn't say anything. He just grunted and waved his hand and the vines overtook the cell again. Udonna had been correct in her theory. The light was almost non-existent. She felt claustrophobic in this small room.
He wouldn't care, she thought bitterly. Of course, he wouldn't care at all about her. He nearly killed her niece and closest family. He was going to kill her to raise his master. The same master responsible for her husband's death. She punched out at that, not realizing she had hit the wall. Her knuckles stung, and she was sure she would bruise. Pulling her hand away, she say it was bleeding slightly, having cut her knuckle on the edge of a stone.
Her reaction was to curse lightly under her breath and to take a seat on the small mockery of a bed. It was a little wet, and it was a little smaller than she was. She realized she would have to curl up a little. Her eyes began to water slightly, and she, again, cursed.
After what felt like eternity, she resigned and curled up a little to go to sleep. Admittedly, her clothes weren't all too comfortable, and she removed her corseted top-layer, leaving the base layer under it, and bustles. She folded them all neatly and set them on the floor in the dry spot by her bed. Then she undid her elaborate hair style, reminding herself that she wouldn't be able to restyle it without magic, because, honestly, it was so complicated that magic was really the only way she could do it.
When she laid her head down to sleep, feeling her hair spread out. A tiny trickle of water, a drop every few second, dripped beside her head.
She tried to relax, but found that she could do nothing but fear the worst. Determined to remain vigilant, it took a few hours before she fell asleep, exhausted by her day, her kidnap, and her overall hope that this was not the end of her.
A/N: Okay. That was fun. I'm thinking of continuing this, but if you look at my history, we all know my track-record for continuing stories. (It's not good.) I'm going to try anyways though.