The men brought me to a large dungeon and put me in one of the cages. I sat in the corner, propped up against the bars. I could slightly move now, my coughs getting sparse allowing me to breathe better.
There were others too. Infants, kids, teens with hollow eyes, sunken skin and ratty hair were placed inside. They looked dead. Someone was crying, the rest were silent.
No one but me reacted when the bars opened and another kid was shoved in here screaming and kicking. The men closed the door and left, leaving us to ourselves.
After they left I finally noticed my new companion. She was a pretty little thing, with clean golden hair and emerald eyes. She was definitely from a noble house, her dress and looks made that clear. Why would she be locked up here?
"Hey you!", the girl pointed at me. I blinked, looking at her in a daze. She can speak? So she wasn't fed that weird medicine?
"... You're talking to me?" I gestured to her and then myself.
"Isn't that obvious? How rude, I did turn to you and speak. Wasn't that clear enough?"
The rude one here is you… pointing at me and shouting.
"Well at least someone is capable of speech here. You, help me get out of here!"
"Huh? Get out of here? Girl can't you see that we're inside a fucking dungeon? How would I know how to get out?" this girl is stupid it seems.
"How dare you speak to me like this! I'm the daughter of House Zephyr. It's already beneath me to speak to you. If I was not in a tough situation I would not lower myself to speak to you." she huffed at me.
"Well this lowly one," I put my hand on my chest, "can't help a noble like you." I turn away from the haughty girl.
I can't waste my time on her. I need to think of a way out. I still can't move that well due to that weird medicine. This will be hard to do if I can't move…
"Hey you. Listen here." the girl poked my arm.
"What do you want?" I glare at her, shifting away from her touch.
"My name is Liana Zephyr. I have decided that you shall help me get out of this place. Rest assured you will be rewarded handsomely." she had a smug look on her face.
well shit. This girl is really stupid isn't she? I sigh.
Just then the doors opened and the thugs came running in a hurry. They had a tense look on their faces as they quickly reached our cage. One thug got out some keys and opened the lock.
"See! they must have realized who I am and they will let me go." The haughty girl pulled my arm and had a happy look on her face but I was worried. If they had realized who she was they wouldn't have brought her here in the first place.
I have a bad feeling about this.
There are two men standing.
They're both dirty, and have bruises on their arms and knuckles. One of them is short, thin-sheared hair and an ugly scowl contorting the fat in his cheeks. The other man is taller, with brown hair and angry sunken eyes with a great deal of hair masking his face. He holds a body in his arms carelessly, as though holding a dirty rag.
Footsteps echo on the stone, steadily getting closer. From the shadows, another man approaches the two, this one clad in iron armor.
"The Lord told us to take her in now!! Did you two drug her?"
"Yeah we did, Sir. She's out like a light. Won't be able to move for hours."
"Good. Take it in."
The men move away from the firelit torches on the walls and are enveloped by the shadows. A little after their footsteps fade away, there's a loud echo of an iron door opening.
None of them notice the figure following them in.
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