CRISINGR

Once more I was locked away in the dungeon,my wrists bound by tighter,more secure shackles. My ankles too were bound,making it almost impossible for me to stand and move around without toppling over.

Blast that commander to the Underwood! I was sure he'd die of the fall or at the very least be consumed by the arachnids. But instead I was knocked out,hauled back to my cell, and the guards outside my door was tripled,my cell door reinforced to keep me securely trapped within it's walls.

As if escaping was not hard enough.

Damn humans.

Within the lonely confines of my cell I was left with only my thoughts as company. For the most part they were thoughts of escape. As an elf I was rather adept as a hunter,but I could not pick a lock if my life depended on it. I was a hunter but a thief I was not. In my woodland home I was taught the art of the hunt and stealth using wildlife and my environment, not the art of burglary and thievery. Such techniques and skills were not taught in my homeland.

Oh how I missed my home. Life there was so much simpler than life here. I hadn't seen much of the northern realms other than my cell and the wood in which my failed escape attempt took place, but I had heard the guards chatter. They spoke of taxes and a merchants guild, strange houses of nobles,politics and ongoings in the palace. Most notably they spoke about Nova and The farm girl's injuries. Nova was barely alive, the farm girl had a few broken bones and could barely stand however other than that she was alright.

It was a shame. The farm girl was such a fragile,innocent girl.

She reminded me of my daughter. I could tell she was no fighter,let alone a soldier,yet here she was,joining the army to fight monsters instead of men.

I wondered how my daughter was. My dearest girl Alisha. I hoped her mother was alright. I missed my family dearly.

I leaned back against the wall before I let out a deep sigh. I recalled my fondest memory of my daughter. She was perhaps five years old or such, a young girl, and at the age of five is when our young are taken out on their first hunt and taught respect for nature and it's creatures. It's tradition amongst the elves in Elysium.

She was such a clutz. Poor girl couldn't nook the arrow no matter how hard she tried. I eventually ended up helping her,taking her arm into mine,making sure her chest was puffed out,allowing her to fully draw the arrow. We had stalked the elk we were hunting for half an hour. Alisha would constantly trample on small twigs and the elk would scamper off at breakneck speeds,leaving us to track it once more. Luckily for me,my daughter seemed to be able to track the animal rather easily. Her tracking skills were exceptional, far superior than that of my own, and she were only a babe at the time.

I wondered if I would ever see my daughter again. If my wife still lived or if her sickness had finally brought her to meet our deceased kin in the Evergreen.

How I longed to escape the walls of my cell and flee to my home where things were simpler.

I needed to find a way back to my family. I needed to escape...I just needed to be patient as well.

Do not worry Alisha...I'll be home soon...I promise