Aurora. P.O.V.
I groaned as I slowly woke up. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. My vision blurred in and out of focus as I tried to take in my surroundings. I looked down at my wrist, the bracelet had sunken into my skin and was no longer visible to the marked eye. Pain seared from my ankle and radiated up my leg. I looked down to see a gold shackle around my ankle slowly burning through my skin, a gold chain followed from it to a dirty stone wall. As I looked around the room I realised I was in some kind of dark cold cell. The stone walls were dirty and besides the smell of my own flesh burning, the smell of the cell was infused with rotting flesh and death. Wild rats passed through the cracks in the walls, drinking from the disgusting puddles on the floor. I mustered all of my
