Viel Lighthaven
A Flashback
A hot, pricking sensation made me pry my eyes open. Bright morning light streamed through the bars of my prison and spilled onto my face. I winced, looking away. Aches and pains flared everywhere in my body as I tried to
move around. Bloody Hell, I'm swollen like a smoked ham. The chains that bound my wrists rattled with each of my movements.
As soon as my vision adjusted to the light, I scanned my eyes around the cramped space that I was in. Four bloodstained gray walls and a grimy stone floor covered with ichor and things I don't even have the words to describe were before me. The smell was still as I remembered: piss, blood, vomit, and shite. My stomach churned at the putrid stench that even the morning breeze couldn't help. Though I knew it was futile,
