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We were all shoved into many different damp, dark chambers, made of stone walls and steel bars. Most of us still smelt of the hay we sat on in the carriage. Apparently, some of us didn’t make it; the soldier’s speared us if we kept panicking and talking. None of us were in the same chamber.

Inside of the chamber, were rusted chains, small writings etched on the stone walls, and broken bones. You could even swear you could smell dried blood. Every where you looked, you got a cold and empty feeling. From time to time, guards checked each Chamber to make sure that we were doing nothing suspicious.
I just sat there, looking down at the dirt floor, feeling so hopeless. No one could save us… no one. We lost already lost. There’s no more hope…we lost… we lost…

Just then, there were scuffles and muffles, obviously made by two men, just right outside in the back of my chamber. Apparently, they sounded as if they were arguing. This was as much as I could hear: “But wha—‘at ‘erson ain’t ‘ood ‘nuff? We need ‘umwon ‘at’s ‘ood!”

A few minutes later, there was a BANG! and cracking. Dust fell from the ceiling and it rained on my head as if it were dry snow. The hits kept on coming, and eventually, the stone walls cracked into smaller pieces and ash.

There stood two men; one was wearing a well-polished black suit of armor, with golden shoulder caps. He had a large sword inside of the case, strapped to his left side of his waist. His head was swearing no helmet. He also had gloves made of dragon hide, but on the back of each was an engraved-blue emerald. He had red cropped hair and glistening green eyes. The other person wore armor much like the other man. Just by looking at their faces, you could tell that he was the youngest. This man looked much like a young boy. Unlike the other, he had a helmet on. He was like the smaller version of the man. Neither of them smiled when they saw me.