Chapter Fifteen
Captive
The elf gained consciousness slowly, the sounds around him making little sense. There were strange, echoing rustles. The air was thick and humid, reeking of rotting vegetation. The surface beneath him was cool and unyielding, pitted with small bumps and crevices.
Where was he? Who was he?
The elf opened his eyes, hoping to find answers. Wherever he was, it was dark. He blinked several times and waited for his eyes to adjust. His surroundings gradually came into focus. He was in a cave, surrounded by other sleeping forms. He sat up, hoping to get a better look. His body felt weak, his limbs heavy.
What had happened? Why couldn’t he remember?
“Ah, you’re awake.” A smooth, male voice floated to him from the darkness.
There was a swish of movement as the speaker
