P.S: Dear readers, please leave a comment and review in the comments section of the app. It's been a while I asked for such favor but it will be my greatest pleasure if you do this for me. Thank you.****The journey in the caravan continued, and one night, the door opened to shove in a sack instead of the usual meal. “Get into this.” Confused, I picked up the sack that had been tossed in and got into it..The scratchy fabric must mean that they were planning on bringing me out of the caravan, right? I sat down on the wooden base of the caravan and got comfortable with waiting to be let out.Finally, the caravan came to a complete stop, and I felt the rough hands of my captors pulling me from the sack. My eyes blinked against the sudden light, and I found myself in a dimly lit, grimy dungeon. The offending smells of dampness and decay filled the air, and the walls were covered in layers of moss and grime.I did a double take, unable to believe what was right in front of me. I had been
Weeks dragged on in the darkness of the dungeon, and with each passing day, my hope grew a little dimmer. If anyone was going to find me, they should have found me by now. Even in the dungeon, the monotony of stale bread and water became my only companions aside Wally, and I found myself sinking deeper into despair, but for the few conversations I had with Wally. I missed my pack, I missed Brad, and I longed for the freedom I had once taken for granted, but it was not too bad listening to Wally talk to me about his children and the things he missed from his old pack. He was a friendly man, and I found comfort in his friendship.One morning, as dim light filtered through the small window high above, I was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching my cell. Being the last one on the row, I watched as heads popped out on either side of the dungeon, curious as to where they were about to stop. The dungeon had been silent for so long that any disturbance was enough to make my
The memory flooded back, clear and vivid, justifying the hatred that Alpha.Dan housed towards me. That fateful night at my master's house when I had intervened to save a fellow maid from the clutches of a guest, it was him. I had pulled Alpha Dan, or rather, Danie, off her, and in a desperate fight to protect myself and my friend, I had struck him with a heavy candle holder filled with hot wax. He had been about to force himself onto her, and I knew that if I got him hard enough, he would be too distracted to face her. I had not meant to hurt him so badly, but the result had been so forceful that not only did it knock him unconscious but also stripped a nice chunk of his scalp bare, leaving behind an unsightl, ugly scar that would never allow hair to grow again. I would never intentionally hurt anyone, but he had been about to hurt her, and I wanted to defend her. Even now in my memory, she was not one of the nicer servants that was nice to me–she might not even have done the same
The days continued to drag on in the dim and overehelming darkness of the dungeon, and seeing as I had all.but bathed in the sunlight the other day my reality was shattered. The isolation and lack of light was beginning to wear on me even more, and I felt myself slipping into a phase of lethargy. However, amidst the despair I held then, a brief ray of hope shone through one fateful day. It was during one of our brief conversations that Wally, my only friend in this dark place, got some joyful, unexpected news. It was a morning like any other, and I was tired before the day even began. The day before, we had been joking about release, and making comments on what to do if we were released before the other, and it had been easy to laugh about it, sinv we thought neither of us would leave anytime soon. A guard approached our cells, his footsteps echoing eerily in the corridor.Wally, who had struck up a friendship with one of the guards through their brief interactions, had been hande
The following day came, upon my tear filled night. A sense of fear hung heavy in the air. I had been taken out of my cell by the guards again. The same instructions had been given, and I stood once again on the training grounds, facing the pack of my captors.LIt was a painful reminder of the fact that I was away from my pack, and their smiles were a constant ache in my chest.Unlike the previous day, I was in my element, and I did not bother with an introduction as I got into a pose and started to stretch. A few minutes later as I raised my voice to guide the warriors through their training, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of irritation. I wanted to be back with my pack, leading them to war, not stuck here, forced to train the very wolves who had taken me from them.What was most insulting about it is that these wolves did not have half of the talent that my pack members had, and it infuriated me to be training a pack of wolves that I considered less than me. I barked out
A week had passed since the day Alpha Dan had visited and tauntef me with my captivity on the training grounds. Each day after that, he had come to the training grounds to watch me train his pack members, and it had been a constant struggle for me to maintain my composure and keep myself focused on the training. On one hand, I was doing a great job keeping myself together whike I trained the guards, but on the other, my heart ached for Brad, my pack and the freedom I had lost. More hope was getting lost as the days blurred into one another, and I had almost given up hope on Wally every going to my pack and helping me out. I found that I had gotten the respect of the pack warriors, and I was starting to get comfortable in the pack. It was a small shift in my psyche, almost unnoticeable at first, but it grew with each new day, and every time I caught myself I cursed at the gods for letting me get comfortable in a place that did not want me. I found myself waking up in the mornings wi
The following day, dawn shone through the new window, and the instant my eyes shot open, even I knew that the air held an unusual tension. The air in the dungeon seemed mustier, heavy. It was as if the very wind knew that something serious was about to happen. I had woken up with a strange sense of calm, even as I knew that I would continue to train Alpha Dan's pack members.As I stood on the training grounds that morning, I couldn't help but feel my sense of discomfort continue to grow. I could attribute it to paranoia, say that I was seeing things where they weren't, but unfortunately, that was not the case.Even the sky was heavy with gray clouds, and it seemed like my balance had disappeared. I felt antsy, and my hands had developed jitters, so I glanced around, wondering if something was amiss. Yet, everything seemed normal.The guards were just casually going about their duties, and the warriors around me were preparing for another day of training, stretching and oiling their
With our plan in motion, my pack members, led by Brad and I, split into two groups. The primary mission of the first half was to evacuate the members of Alpha Dan's pack from the burning grounds and guide them to safety. It was a chaotic move to make, since I had a vendetta against their pack leaders, but it was a necessary endeavor to ensure no one got hurt in the spreading fire. Meanwhile, I, along with Wally and Brad, ventured into the depths of the dungeon to free the prisoners who had been locked away for far too long. There was no doubt in my mind that most of them had even been locked up unjustly, and they would be left alone to burn in the heat of the dungeon, unaware of what was going on. It was a task that was especially important to me, having lived in the darkness of the dungeon for so long, and I was determined to right the wrongs that had been committed by Alpha Dan's pack against the people who lived in the orisons. The dungeon was a grim and oppressive place, with c