The Royal Cell
The cell gate flew open violently, bouncing off the wall with a terrible, clanging sound.
Prince Nana gasped and bolted upright on the bed. He had had a horrible day in the cell, his intestines knotting at the prospect of the Hunt. He knew he was not ready, and he prayed for a way out, hoping the spirit of his father would appear again.
Zilch! Nothing happened... he was in big trouble, and death was knocking on his door.
His heart had hammered the whole night as the terror sank in. He had sweated as the night crept deepened, and he knew the dawn was just a whisper away.
His fear had been so complete that his skin began to itch, and huge swellings stood out on his body. Just after midnight, he slipped into a troubled sleep until the door clanged violently against the w
