To put it mildly, Olga Discordia was in a bad mood. Being chained to a wall in a dungeon of your own fortress is such a pleasure and does not add optimism at all. Nothing helped. Neither the loyal soldiers who were killed, caught by surprise, nor the magic that is blocked by the damn collar thrown in a dream, nor the the scepter which is now in the hands of the Vault and is also not available, nor the thousand—year life experience of the queen of the dark elves, nor even Chloe — her most loyal and devoted supporter. She found her as a broken little girl 30 years ago. Chloe then did not react at all to the world around her, looking with a glass gaze at one point, but Olga managed to revive her and grow a strong warrior and a reliable friend.
The girl was head over heels in love with her savior, which she was well aware of. But Olga could not respond to her feelings — duty to her people is above all. And now she can't... she won't be able to anymore. It is not difficult to guess what awaits ahead of two beautiful woman who were captured by mercenaries not burdened with morality. It's not worth talking about monsters. The greasy looks of the three guards, two humans and one ogre, only confirm the disappointing conclusions. No matter how Olga tried to come up with a way out of such a sad situation, but she could not. There is no solution. There is only a terrible unknown ahead.
Voices were heard from the depths of the corridor. That's it? Have they come for them yet? Vault said that they wanted to give Chloe to the ogres... poor girl, she will return again to where Olga saved her from many years ago.
Found him on the stairs." — Said the mercenary who appeared from around the corner, who, together with a comrade, was dragging another person under his arms, who was out, in response to the interrogative glances of the guards. — "The boss said to throw him to the elves."
"He doesnt look familiar." — the warden drawled, rubbing his chin with his hand. — "His clothes are too strange.:
Olga took a closer look at the unconscious young man. Indeed, he was not dressed like mercenaries at all. To be honest, she had never seen such a costume at all. Wide trousers made of obviously strong material with knee pads of dark gray color, high boots without laces and a tight shirt without buttons, as if consisting of many small hexagons. Its sleeves turn into gloves with a seal on the knuckles. The face is young, quite beautiful for a human. Apparently, he really is not one of them, otherwise he would not have been dragged into the cell.
"Why didn't just cut his head?" — The second warden asked.
"He had a lot of interesting things with him. And it is unclear what it most of them. We could only recognize the knife and armor. They are very good, so Boss ordered to hold him here for now, he was interested." — the porter replied.
"Yeah, you should have seen it." — his assistant supported him and grinned crookedly at the girls — "Boss even decided to wait with these two."
Soon, a new prisoner was added to the cell. The people who brought it left, and with them the guards, carried away by the conversation. An amazing irresponsibility, but, nevertheless, quite understandable. Even if you get out of the cell, what to do next? The whole citadel is crawling with these nobodies.
"Mistress..." — Chloe called the former Queen. — "Do you have any idea who this person is?"
"I haven't the faintest idea." — Olga answered honestly. A sad smile appeared on his face by itself. — "But is it really that important? By his appearance, he has already given us a short reprieve."
"Really ..." — the girl drooped, anticipating a repeat of the nightmare that she had already experienced once.
Hours dragged on. The guards have not returned, and the third prisoner of their cell has not yet recovered. The two dark elves were left to themselves, immersed in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, from the side of their involuntary neighbor, a stirring was heard. The elves synchronously turned their heads in that direction to see how a convulsion seized the man lying on the stone floor. A second, another, and his body bends in an arc, and a long, hoarse exhalation flies out of his head.
— Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a…
The eyes are wide open, and their pupil changes its size at high speed, then increasing, then decreasing. In their depths, it was also possible to notice the movement of some incomprehensible, similar to the details of mechanisms, objects. The man stopped shuddering and fell to the floor, his eyes stopped moving furiously, his gaze became meaningful, and his breathing became normal. He abruptly assumed a sitting position, and then began to examine and feel his body.
"Alive ..." — he said softly in a pleasant voice, having finished the examination. — "And not even wounded…"
Then he noticed the shackles on his hands, as well as the chain fastened between the ring in the wall and the collar around his neck.
"Wow... interesting." — The man's eyes began to explore the camera. They lingered on the lock in the door, on the bars, ceiling and walls, and finally settled on the girls.
"Ummm..." — The young man was obviously surprised. — "Good evening?"