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The sun was just beginning to touch the horizon as the elevator doors opened and Rose gazed in wonder. Jake snored loudly; Outside seven armor clad guards awaited them, stiffening at the sight of the Huntsmaster despite him being unconscious. The aquamarine dragon roughly tossed Rose to a guard, Andem refused to let go of the Huntsmaster insisting he be taken to the prison personally, the rest of the council stared in disgust at Jake snoring on the ground.
The aquamarine dragon nodded his head towards Jake; the guards went forward and kicked him in the side. Jake flinched and opened his eyes with a muffled yelp. The aquamarine dragon nodded and he together with the other dragons took flight towards the councilor's citadel leaving only Andem as well as; Rose, Jake and the Huntsmaster in the company of the guards.
"Let's move!"
The largest guard bellowed. He knelt and looked down at Jake, who wore a rather confused expression.
"Look at me American Dragon." The guard cooed with a thick Russian accent.
Rose sighed, the guards voice was almost soothing, perhaps all but a bit deceptively. Jake glanced questioningly in the guards direction who then brought his fists down hard across the back of Jakes skull. Rose nearly cried out but checked her tongue, as the guards draped a heavy canvas sack over her head. Rose could only listen as they carried her along; the sound of heavy doors creaking open metal bars slamming and echoing around, until the smell hit. Rose gagged, her first instinct to hold her nose at the terrible smell of the musty damp. A guard cursed and Rose felt herself tumble. Her head hit stone.
She awoke; the torchlight cast a withering light within the confines of the cell. Grimacing in pain she held a hand to her throbbing skull. Rose sighed and sat up feeling her head for wounds and coming across a wet sticky patch. I hope it's not too bad, nothing I can really do about it. She thought. Glancing around, she could just barley make out a lump in the corner of the cell. Rose reached back and fumbled with her braided hair, managing to pull a thin metallic cylinder from the tangled mess.
Twisting the base a mellow green glow defused the dark. In the corner Jake lay curled into a tight ball; he stirred and raised his head, Rose edged closer.
"Rose, that you?" Jake asked.
"Yah it's me," She whispered.
Rose eased herself closer and into Jakes warm embrace. He gently began undoing the braid as Rose lay her head against his chest. They talked for awhile, about what they knew, and guessed about that which they did not. Time mattered little for each did not notice. For a long time it had become a rare occurrence for them to get any time alone.
Rose was just beginning to drift off to sleep when the loud rattle of the guards armor jerked her awake. Jake tensed, as the cells lock clicked. Two guards stood in the dim light the Huntsmaster slung between them. A monasteries gash marked his face, blood ran from his chest where the last remnants of his shredded cloak remained. Jake looked up and they locked gazes, the Huntsmasters eyes widened and he wailed like a wounded animal.
Tarring free from the guards grasp the Huntsmaster launched himself at Jake. Tossing Rose out of the line of danger Jake went on the defensive. Rolling to the side he scrambled for distance but the shackle on his foot bit in, keeping him within the clutches of the savage hunter. The Huntsmaster slid onto the floor scrabbling with his hands he yanked at the chain pulling Jake towards him.
Jake flipped onto his back as the Huntsmaster descended. The first punch getting through, cracking Jakes ribs, the second missing scuffing the skin from the Huntsmasters knuckle. The guards rushed forward as Jake lashed out with his claws landing several deep gouges, they to joining the struggle vainly fighting to restrain the two. Finally a guard opened its mouth, snuck his head in and snapped down on the Huntsmasters arm, breaking the bone.
The Huntsmaster screamed in agony, in seconds the fighting had stopped; Jake laid on the ground breathing sharply, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth. The guards quickly stood; backing the Huntsmaster towards a wall they clamped his arms into shackles. They breathed together shaken and unnerved. The one who had bitten the Huntsmaster panted, blood dripping from his painted mouth.
Rose extinguished her light and slipped it into an unused pouch on her belt before anyone could notice. The guards left in a rush, slamming the door behind them. An eerily quite air set about the cell, nobody moved. Rose was the first to make an impasse casting a glance at the Huntsmaster and then at Jake. Eventually deciding who was most important.
She moved quickly to Jakes side. She could not, would not care for him. However more clearly he had made his insanity clear. They'd all witnessed the Huntsmasters rage. Rose shuddered beginning to form an idea of what exactly humanity meant. And her uncle, the Huntsmaster appeared much further then human. Rose tore at her uniform shredding off her sleeves she dapped the blood away from Jakes lips.
"Jake, are you alright?"
It was a stupid question it was almost too obvious to not tell that Jake was severely injured but she asked it anyways. Something had told her it was the right thing to do. Jake shook his head and closed his eye's with a withering sigh. Jake turned his head to the side and coughed blood, spattering the stone. Rose set Jake's head on her thigh and scratched his neck. She could do it, fix him up but not now, not with nothing. What if he dies? Rose thought to herself, a terrifying thought growing in the back of her mind.
"Jake, what do they do; to Huntsclan?" She asked.
Jake turned and looked at her lifting his arm he gently but swiftly stoked his claws across her neck. Rose frowned, confused. Jake started to open his mouth but the door to the cell banged open and three of the councilors rushed in. Two went towards the Huntsmaster taking him from his shackles on the wall. They wrapped a thick chain around him, starting for the door. The other dragon moved towards Jake. Shoving Rose aside it gingerly picked him up and hurried after its companions.
Rose picked herself up and looked at the door. It had become oddly quite. Even time seamed to have slowed. She reached into her belt pocket and withdrew the tiny cylinder again. Twisting the base it ounce again defused a soft lime green glow. Rose moved into a corner where a bail of hay lay on its side. Shifting her hands though the mess she carefully made a bed. Warily laying down, Rose tried to forget about the current events.