Chapter 18: Deep In The Dungeon

Ratchez roared. It shook the ground, the walls, and my very being. Guards fell to their knees, then scrambled for safety as the angry dragon roared again. He scraped over the guards and proceeded to breathe fire down the hall. With no other way out, I had to follow. Slowly, I walked down the blackened hall, towards the door to the pit, although now there was a gaping hole.

"You miserable....."

A gloved hand grabbed my hair and wrenched me backward. An angry face stared at me from a scorch marked helmet, "You will pay for this."

I received a cold - blooded slap to my face, followed by my hands being tied. I was pushed up the stairs and through the castle, which seemed to be in chaos, to the throne room. Inside, amazingly, was silent and calm. The Winter King stood on the stairs below the throne. There was no feeling, no emotion, just emptiness in Valentin's eyes, however, his voice dripped with pure malice.

"Now, what have you done?"