"Well well well, the little summoner is finally awake." That voice, it was not familiar. It was gravelly and unpleasant, but I couldn't choose not to listen as it was so loud it echoed through the stone halls. I couldn't quite make out the person who was talking, but I could see what I assumed was iron bars surrounding a fair portion of the room I was in. I blinked twice before resting my gaze on an armored figure outside the bars.
"What, prisoner? Nothing to say?" Oh, he's just a guard. Nobody important. Either way, I'm still in a cage, which means I have every right to say whatever I want.
"Oh, so you're the one with that terrible voice. Seriously it's like nails on a chalkboard." I could see him visibly start but his shock didn't last long.
"Why you… I don't care who you are, but you better shut your mouth!" Ugh, he got louder.
"I could say the same to you my guy. You really should stop talking. Your voice causes stress." I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I saw him trembling with rage, but to my mild disappointment, he turned around and stayed quiet.
I took a better look around the room, which I had now realized to be a prison cell. Wait, how did I get here anyway? I was just sleeping then…. Oh. Sleeping magic. Got it.
It took me less time than I thought it would for me to come to terms with the fact that right now, nobody could protect me. In fact, it was almost too quick for my liking. Even so, now was not the time to think about that. Right now, figuring out where I was took top priority. But before I could attempt to interrogate the guard for the second time, another person showed up at my cell.
"Looks like our little summoner has woken up." he looked me over, raising a brow.
"I thought the summoner always wore their hood. What happened to that hm?" I finally realized that indeed my white and gold trimmed cloak was nowhere to be seen, and instead, I was still wearing the clothes I usually slept in, that being the T-shirt I came in, but I was wearing some loose pants I borrowed as denim was generally uncomfortable to sleep in.
"Just left it back in the castle. No biggie. You know, I just got kidnapped and it's a little hard to get dressed when you're unconscious, but you know hot it is." The man let out a small huff.
"So, we've got a smart one on our hands huh?" I winked in his direction. I was met with a glare.
"Tell you what, I'll get straight to the point. You can do one of two things: tell us your army's strategies, or act as our fun little hostage for a while." As he said this, the messy works of an idea formed in my head.
"Well I'm obviously not going to tell you anything."
"Then it's settled. The more that order of heroes attacks us, the more we get to torture you." giving me no chance to react, he turned on a heel and left.
"Whoa whoa, what? Hold up, I didn't sign up for that!"