Rebik reached inside his pocket, and withdrew a small vile filled with a glowing green substance, and tossed it on Jake.
"Chlorisalium!" Spud exclaimed. "But now Jake can't use his dragon powers!"
"Well, duh," Rebik said. "I'm leaving you no escape routes. Now take them." he said to his friends.
The Huntsboys released Jake, Trixie, and Spud from the chains. Then they took their four captives back down the hall to the same dark, gloomy, gray dungeon they had been in only half an hour earlier.
At the door, the Huntsboys shoved them inside the room, and slammed the door, sealing the four friends inside.
Rose took a few unsteady steps into the room, but was too weak from the torture she had just gone through. She fell to one knee, her palms placed against the floor for balance, gasping in pain.
Jake rushed forward. He helped her over to the crude straw bed on the other side of the room. She lay still, hoping the pain would leave her soon.
Jake sat down beside her, hugging his knees to his chest. "Why did they do this to you?" he said sorrowfully. "Why didn't they come after me? I'm the dragon."
"It wasn't you…they were after." Rose gasped. "They just wanted…to make…the traitor…pay."
It wasn't long before Rose, overcome by the pain, lost conciousness. Spud reached forward to check her pulse, but yelped when he moved his right hand.
Jake looked up. "What's wrong, Spud?" he asked. "I think I sprained my wrist when I landed on the floor after being thrown in here." Spud answered. "It's not important, though." he added. "We have to help Rose right now."
Jake pulled of his red jacket, and fastened it into a makeshift sling. He put it around Spud's arm, then went back over to Rose.
The minutes seemed like hours as Rose drifted in and out of conciousness. As the straw beneath her grew redder, Spud said, "She's losing blood fast. If we don't do something to stop the bleeding, she—she may not wake up."
Without a second thought, Jake pulled off his white undershirt, and using only his human strength, tore it into strips of white cloth, and wrapped it around Rose's various wounds.
The night wore on, growing colder, the light from the full moon shining through the window set high in the wall—too high to climb. And without his dragon powers, Jake couldn't fly up to it either. They were trapped here. It seemed that they had truly lost.
Yikes! Things aren't looking good for Jake and his friends. But they're about to get help from an unlikely source…