They were escorted to the dungeon and locked up separately, and as soon as the guards left, Alana quickly stretch her hand through the cell bars and grabbed Mark's hand;
“Stop, you are hurting yourself," Irina said: pulling her hand away angrily,
“I'm okay," Alana shouted back, causing Irina eyes to widen,
“I'm sorry, but he's barely holding on, I have to at least keep him breathing," she said and swallowed, they all sat down with worried expressions as silence settled in their mist: each with their thoughts, moments later Irina finally broke the silence,
“Who was that man? the chief," she asked, she had felt as if she had seen him before, but she doesn't remember where,
"“My uncle; the current tribe leader and also the head of all the tribes in Antastria, had it mean Antastria was n
