CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Amelia hadn’t seen any single ray of light ever since she was taken from the forest, by her captures. Their leader had a striking resemblance with Adelard.

She had been locked up in what seemed like a dungeon with very little food and water. She had formed an acquaintance with the cold floor as she hardly ever stands up. Her other companion was the candlelight that stood meters away and the only thing separating both of them was the metal bars and the chains that confined her to a single place.

Her mind had found a little relief with the candle, which made her believe that as long as the candle was still lit even in such a damp condition, then there was a possibility that she could make it out of the dungeon and for that reason, amidst the starvation and dehydration, Amelia believed she could survive.

Soon she began to hear shuffles of feet approaching the dungeon, she began to struggle to move with the hope that she could break from the chains so she could run before they approached.