Daphne woke on a wet stone floor; her body was covered with scraps from behind dragged across the ground but nothing else. Her mind was fuzzy, and a wave of nausea threatened to make her throw up. Holding it back, she looked around. She was underground, the room was nearly completely black from darkness but there was a light glow from a single line of writing in the stone on the ceiling that circled the small room. The cell was large enough for her to make three large strides from side to side, there were bars for window so she could see into the hall though it was so dark she could not see much. Her heart was racing so loudly that she could not hear anything clearly anyway, so she looked up at the only thing that she could see, the glowing words. After staring at them for a while, she

