Woodleg lay motionless on a cold, hard, solid, ground. He finally woke up, getting up from the ground looking around him. All he could see were black walls covered in mist, as were the long hallways.
"Where am I?" He asked himself.
He started looking around, in the mist covered rooms. He turned into one room that was filled with white mist that nobody could see through. He continued walking down the long misty hall when he saw two white shadowy figures coming his way.
He ran behind one huge pillar that was near by.
"What shall we do with the one with the wooden leg?" One very terrifying voice asked as the two White Women hovered over the ground, towards the spot Woodleg once lay.
He ran down the hall once the White Women went to check on an empty spot. He saw a window and decided to look out and see where he was.
He looked out the caged window and saw a huge castle on a thick piece of ground, that was hovering in the air. The castle had a lot of windows and they were all caged up. It was nothing like he had never seen. An actual castle was hovering in the sky. And that's where he was, in the Dungeon of Lost Souls.
"There he is!" A shrieking voice called over, pointing at him.
Woodleg limbed down the hallway with his wooden leg. The women were catching up on him, and he knew that it would almost be impossible for him to attack, since they already beaten him once. So he ran, and he turned a corner, and hid behind a pillar.
"Where did he go?" One asked.
"That way, I'm pretty sure." The other women answered.
And the women hovered off, looking for nothing.
"So I'm here now, The Dungeon of Lost Souls. Oh my God! This must be the place that one boy said Dustfinger came to after he sacrificed himself." Woodleg looked so proud and he started running down the halls whispering Dustfinger's name.
He turned corners and hallways, looking for him, calling his name. But nothing happened. He started cursing to himself.
"He's got to be here somewhere! He couldn't just disappear and come alive again!" He explained.
He turned into one room that had mist all over the place, but he could still see through it. He was now looking at prisoners, but not in their body form, their souls were in cages. They looked up at him, puzzled.
"And who are you?" A big man said to him.
"I'm Woodleg, husband of…"
"Yeah, yeah, we don't need to hear the details." He explained.
"And if I'm not to rude to ask, how did you die?" He asked looking at the man.
"Well first off I never was really intended to die. I was to young. I got stabbed, in the back, with a pitchfork." He explained.
Woodleg looked at him in surprise.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yup, the names Cloud-Dancer. Nice to meet you." He said wanting to shake his hand.
"No thank you, I'd rather not." He explained.
"Oh come on, I won't bite." He replied.
Woodleg ignored his offer instead, he went down the isle to see more souls. He saw people look pale, sad, gloomy, and skinny right to the bone.
"Help me." A man called, reaching out his bony hands.
Woodleg just kept on going faster towards the end of the hallway.
"This must be all the souls that the White Women took." He said to himself.
Suddenly, a figure popped out onto the cage. It was terrifying and had a big grin on his face. It was him, the man holding a knife, with terrifying red eyes staring at him, Basta.
"Geese man, you scared me. And who are you?" Woodleg asked.
"I'm the guy who is going to tare your heart out if you don't get me out of this hell hole!" He screamed.
"Well I'm won't be helping you any day!"
"I will get out of here, and you will suffer!" Basta screamed.
He walked down the hall out of the prison, and listened to the White Women's conversation.
"What shall we do now?" She asked.
"We shall search some more, he can't go very far." The other answered.
And he just continued walking the down the halls, looking for his lost son, and find out how to leave this dreadful place.