Noah’s eyes blinked open, although the room was spinning. His head hurt and felt groggy, and it took him a moment to get his bearings.
Where am I? he wondered silently.
The first thing that he noticed was the ambient air, which was cool and damp. An echo of a small, steady drip was the only sound that Noah could hear. As his vision came into focus, he noticed that he was in a low-ceilinged room built of stone, and there were wrought-iron bars that rose from the floor to meet the Gothic-style arches that opened up into a narrow corridor.
Wait! I recognize this place…these are the dungeons! s**t! No one ever comes down here.
His eyes landed on his wand, which lay snapped in two on the floor. He made a movement to reach for it, but he found his wrists were bound behind him.
That’s no
