WREN
The first thing I heard was the sound of iron crashing against iron in what felt like the most irritating noise one could ever hear.
CLANG!
The sound echoed through the corridor, loud enough to make my eyes snap open before I even understood where I was. For one peaceful second, I thought I was back in my apartment.
Momentarily it was my soft bed again along with the sweet scent of lavender and the sounds of the birds but then the smell hit me as reality faded back into my thoughts.
Those sweet scents of lavender were replaced with that of rotting water, old, sweat and blood reminding me that I was still in Silver Pit.
I squeezed my eyes shut again. Maybe if I ignored the noise, whoever it was would move on.
Another deafening clang rattled the bars.
"Up!" A deep hoarse voice c
