If you love the epic worldbuilding of LOTR, the dark intrigue of GoT, the gritty fantasy of The Witcher, and the romantic adventure of Outlander, then this story is for you! ⚔︎
He's a battle-hardened knight; she's from the modern world.
He has faced...
The oppressive darkness swallowed Elizabeth and Dan as the dungeon door creaked shut behind them. Squinting, they strained their eyes to discern the objects within the cell. The only source of light was a narrow, barred window near the ceiling, its faint glow fading with the twilight.
Elizabeth's hands throbbed, now swollen and stiff after being bound for an agonising duration. Hunger gnawed at her belly, and fatigue weighed down her eyelids, yet it was the uncertainty of their fate that kept her awake.
Despite their plight, Elizabeth found some comfort in Dan's presence. "It seems that man believed us," she whispered, seeking his reassurance.
Dan remained silent, his eyes fixed on an indistinct point in the darkness ahead.
"Dan, are you okay?" she asked, a note of worry in her voice.
"It's all your fault, Liz. Your damned curiosity brought us here."
She didn't respond. It was indeed her fascination with the mysterious fog that had led them into peril.
But Dan's frustration only intensified. "Are you stupid or what? Spilling everything to him without knowing his intentions!"
"Do you have a better idea?" she said, trying to steady her trembling voice. "He would have killed us right then and there!"
His only response was a sigh. Whenever Elizabeth needed him most, he would withdraw. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she struggled to wipe them away with her bound hands.
Now the silence was filled only by the sound of their breathing. A flurry of questions swirled in her mind, each more terrifying than the last. But the most chilling of all: would they ever see the light of day again?
Time lost all meaning in the dimly lit cell. Dan had curled up on a makeshift bed of straw, his chest rising and falling rhythmically in sleep. Elizabeth marvelled at his ability to find rest amidst the chaos. She wanted to do the same, but the gnawing fear in her stomach made it impossible. Besides that, she was unwilling to stretch out on the cold, damp floor, so she leaned against a barrel.
Her eyelids grew heavy, her body teetering on the brink of sleep. But just as she was about to succumb to exhaustion, a noise caught her attention. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled—they weren't alone in the cell. She listened closely, attempting to identify the source of the sound, her heartbeat drumming in her ears.
A faint rustle whispered from a shadowy corner. Holding her breath, she strained to catch the eerie noise again. A fresh wave of terror surged through her as she recognised the sound of rats scurrying about in the dark. Elizabeth huddled into herself, pulling her knees tightly to her chest, trying to make her form less appealing to the creatures. The thought of being swarmed by these rodents sent ice-cold shivers down her spine. She dreaded the possibility of more lurking in the shadows, ready to attack. Squeezing her eyes shut, she silently pleaded for the rats to leave her untouched.
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