How is this possible? He's loose. He's out. He'll probably try to kill me. I bite my lip. My father is going to kill me, but that's the least of my worries. How did he escape so soon? How? Why? When? What is his next move?

"Aaravos, will you please stop pacing?" Runaan calls.

I look at him.

"I wish that were possible." I sigh.

How did he escape? And why did I not feel it?

"Aaravos." Runaan takes my hand.

I look up at him.

"It's going to be okay." He says.

"My uncle is lose and he'll destroy us all." I say.

I push away from him. This cannot be. I thought the prison was unbreakable. How did he release himself? It's not supposed to be that possible? I bite my lip. Something is Happening.

"Seventy thousand years." A voice says.

I know that voice. I turn. My eyes narrow. A black cloaked figure walks out of the shadows. His cloak has purple markings.

"Who are you?" Runaan asks.

"You don't want to know." He says.

"Uncle." I say.