I sat alone in the damp, dark corner of my prison. Wondering how long I had been here, hours, days, months… There was no way of knowing. No light crept in through the solid walls, except for the occasional crack in the door when they fed me. Mind you only enough food to keep me alive. I longed for a day to be free of this frigid cell. Running my fingers along the stone floors and walls maybe a million times to find my escape. Nothing. Am I doomed to be in this solitary confinement till the day I die? My fingers searched desperately to maybe find something of use. The wet rigid stone had felt the same every time I searched for the answer. At least until today. This time when my fingers grazed over the cold floor I found a slightly softer part. I dug my fingers through with desperate strength. Hopping that the softness will continue, giving me what may be my only chance for survival.
By the time I had created an opening large enough for my hand. I heard foot steps echoing through the vast hallway to my prison. My heart accelerated at a frightening speed, shaking me to my very core. Fear so pure ran through my veins causing me to freeze. I tried to reason with myself that it was just the guard coming to give me my meager sustenance. They couldn't already know what I was up too, could they?
With all the strength I possessed I forced myself to move over the hole to hide the evidence of my escape.
The footsteps slowly got louder, the echo seeming to intensify them. I hoped vainly that the owner of the feet would pass by to some other unfortunate prisoner. The sound of the approaching feet suddenly stopped and the door of my cell burst open. The amount of light that came with it temporarily blinded me. By the time my eyes adjusted they were of no use. I couldn't make out the features of the immense shadow in front of me.
The shadow continued to loom above me, coming closer with each breath. The guard at last came close enough that I could make out his features, although I wished that I couldn't. I had never seen a face so evil. His eyes were as dark and menacing as the shadow he was. The structure of his face was so server and sharp that if I touched them I was afraid of being cut. He came closer reaching forward towards me. I wanted to scream but I couldn't seem to find my voice, the most I could manage was a pathetic whimper.
He grabbed me roughly by the arms. His hands as cold and hard as marble. Despite how cold I already was, I suddenly became colder from his touch. He began to drag me across the floor to the hallway and I noticed how medieval it looked. Once I was in the hallway, I glanced back into the cell and it suddenly looked welcoming as I was hauled off to my unknown fate.
As if I were just a doll, the guard lifted me over his shoulders. I made no resistance, there was no point. I was afraid to ask where I was going or why. I had little strength left and I was being taken from my only chance of escape.
We eventually reached a large room, made of the same stone as my cell. The only light was provided by several candles placed throughout the room. Slowly scanning the room I observed that there were people here, most of them looked like prisoners as myself. With ragged cloths and fearful eyes I wondered if I looked as pathetic as them.
The shadows of the room played on the faces of these seemingly innocent people. The guard dropped me down next to a young female. Her eyes were a dim emerald green that might have been brighter in times past but seemed to be robbed of their former glory. In fact all of her features seemed dim, brown hair lacking luster and dirt that seemed like it was permanently smeared into her skin. She might have been beautiful but this place bereaved her of what she once was.