Killari lay on her side, panting after battling with the metal rods of the cage that seemed to also be imbedded with magic. She had never felt so weak in her life, not even after all the restless nights she had experienced as a young cub. She looked around with one eye, annoyed that she had been imprisoned in her childhood room, which had been turned into a weird make-shift dungeon. The window to the outside was sealed, the huge cage she was in was now in the place where their old beds used to be, there was a metal rod secured to the wall, and shackles next to it as if someone had been recently there. There was also dirt and junk everywhere, and a nasty stale smell in the air. She thought it was rather ironic she was captured in the same place where she felt trapped for years. She moved he
