Chapter Eighteen
Cold and dark were Starlyn’s only thoughts when she opened her eyes. Her head hurt, and she felt dried blood on the back of her skull. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, and she searched around for anything she could eat. Her hands were bound in chains, but her feet were left free. She had been stripped of her armor, and she sat in only her leather smallclothes. She felt thankful it was not yet winter. Her hammer, shurikens, and daggers were all gone.
Starlyn felt dizzy as she stood. She tried to see what her prison looked like. It seemed to be only her, but after a moment, she saw movement in the darkness. Chills ran across her spine and bumps appeared across her arms.
“Is anyone there?” she asked.
A few coughs echoed in the distance, startling Starlyn. Coming out of th
