Theia
It was my worst nightmare, and it all came true. It was exactly like the vision that I had at the Conclave. I was trapped in this dark, dank cement cell, huddled in the corner. With chains painfully digging into my wrists and ankles. I was cold, hungry, and tired. And most of all, I was terrified. The same paper thin blood and other fluid stained mattress was in one corner. The stench from the hole in the floor toilet was overwhelming and only added to the painful and sickening headache that was growing by the minute. Not helped by the large tender lump on my head. It had stopped bleeding, but I didn’t need a mirror to see that my hair was all matted with dried blood. Or that one side of my face was swollen and bruised from when the man punched me as they were dragging me into the v
