That night, Sandstorm was terrified as she was locked up in the dungeon. She put her friend in danger, her brother in danger, and herself in the greatest danger of all. Plus, the smell of the rotten meat wasn't helping her mood. She barely slept that night. Was Gila okay? She had been sure he was fine at first, but now that she knew what Queen Scarlet was capable of, she had a thought he had been killed or punished. She didn't eat or drink, she just stared at the cracked and peeling paint on the wall. At some moments, she felt like she was losing air. She had a tiny thought that it wasn't her fault. She did nothing to deserve this. This was Queen Scarlet's fault. That dirty, rotten, slimy Queen was the reason she ended up here in the first place! She grasped the bars of the cell and shook them furiously. "Urrghhh!"

Sandstorm could hear the echo of her cry, and fell back onto the pile of leaves, sobbing and creating puddles of salty tears on the cell floor. All was silent, but every once in a while she could hear the roaring of the slaves in the arena fighting. She didn't know what she was going to do when the time came to fight pyramid. She had come to the conclusion that Queen Scarlet was a monster, and liked to toy with innocent dragons for her entertainment. Just then, a prisoner was shoved into the cell next to her, and when she saw who it was, her mouth dropped to the floor. It was Pyramid.