Thirty.

Aria’s POV

Strange sounds wake me, strange but familiar. Screams, battle cries and smell of blood shed. This could not be happening again. Trying to move, I find my hand cuffed, a metal band wrapped around my wrist and a thick chain was attached.

Climbing from the bed, I follow the chain, it was something that had recently been installed and was obviously designed for me. The chain finished under the bed. A large metal ring that had been drilled into the floor, that doesn’t budge as I pull.

Rubbing my head, I look around the room, trying to remember what had happened. I’m sure Seren had hit me but when I rub my head, there is no wound. I guess I could have healed, but that would depend how long I was out for.

Moving around the bed, I climb into the window, the chain dragging along the floor behind me. Below were scenes that were too familiar. The smell of the blood was drifting in through the tiny crack in the window.

Bodies were scattered everywhere and I see more people come from t