Niloy walk Peter through the castle. They hold both shackled arms, leading him through corridors and down dirty slick steps all the way to the dungeons. They call these dungeons? Nothing more than barred caves in sort of neat lines. They throw him into one and slam the door shut, locking it. Peter stands there and stares them down. The guards smirk and leave. Peter looks around his cell. A low, rounded ceiling. Lines scratched into groups on the walls. They line the cave. Flies hover over s**t from the previous owner. Its putrid smell burns his nose. He gags. No matter how hard he tries not to, he can taste it.
As soon as he knows the guards have gone back up the steps and out the door, he tries to light his hands again. He snaps his fingers over and over, concentrating on all his past fr
