CHAPTER TWO
Release me.
Aramis startled awake, kicking off the thin piece of cloth that served as a blanket. Though his prison cell was dark and cold, his skin was burning and he was covered in sweat. Ever since he tapped into the power of the tattoo, it seemed as though his visions were more real.
“Another nightmare?”
The voice came from the cell across from his. Aramis didn’t bother responding. He didn’t know who was also being held prisoner, and he didn’t care. He just wanted out.
Sitting upon the stone slab that was his bed, he rubbed his hands over his face. He considered how the Prophet of Edria, the leader of Mel’s order, had betrayed him. He shook his head, knowing Mel would have been crushed by it.
“Oh Mel,” he sighed, thinking of his friend. The man had willingly stayed beh
