Break away
Breaking out of the cell would have been hard enough for Faellie but the presence of a brown wolf who was currently staring in at her would make things impossible. The brown wolf was Thorn. Thorn was King Orrin's most dedicated wolf the equivalent of Torix to Faellie.
"Go away," Faellie demanded annoyed by Thorn's presence. Thorn proceeded to ignore her and continued to guard the door. Then to Faellie's utter surprise Thorn rose and left silently; Orrin probably needed him. Hours past and Faellie sank farther and farther into despair. The lock on the cell door was too hard to pick, and hopelessness was beginning to suffocate her. Also, a faint sadness was emanating in her mind from what she supposed must be the baby dragon's mind. The sadness was faint and it seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. Her heart ached when she thought about the dragon, so she tried to ignore it.
Night fell and shadows deepened in the dungeons. Faellie stared at the darkness outside her cell and noticed to her surprise that several of the shadows were moving. People dressed in black were sneaking along the hallways heading for her cell. A key was produced and as the guard was killed Faellie was dragged from her cell. This could only be the Black Hand she realized.
As the Black Hand bundled her onto a horse she felt a flicker of annoyance. She was being kidnapped for the second time, and truthfully once was enough she thought as the horses carried them swiftly out of the camp.
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