Moving on, moving forward.

Surprise journey.

The cart rattled along the bumpy, dirt road.
Aedion Ashryver leant his head against the cold metal wall of his cell.

The cell was dirty and damp with only a single small window cut into the top of the steel door. A sliver of light cascaded through his dank cell, flashing in his eyes. He reached out and put his hand in it, cutting the light out of his face, and watched as it shone through his parted fingers. Locked up again. Thank goodness though, as this cell was much nicer than Adarlan's one, he thought, a lot less rats.

Suddenly, they went over a massive bump, the cart flying up into the air. As it landed, Aedion's head lifted off the wall of his cell. He spat a curse as it proceeded to slam back into it making a loud clank. Clutching his head and groaning, he punched the wall muttering, "Stupid wall, screw you," and curled up onto his side. He didn't know how long they'd be travelling for, and he had already checked all possible escape routes. So he laid down, still tracking every turn the cart made and listening for the sound of the other three carts. He couldn't tell if they were in front or behind.

They had only made three turns so far, one left, and two right. But all he could do now was wait. Wait for an opportunity to escape. They continued on for what felt like days, but was in reality only a few hours. Maybe, 5?

They did not stop, not once, and by the 10th hour, he was about ready to wet himself. He banged on the cell roof, yelling out. His captors merely ignored him, no matter how loud he banged nor how long. After a while, he ended up drifting off into a dark, dreamless sleep.

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The creaking of the cell snapped Aedion from his slumber. The entire cell was shaking, rattling, although they were not going anywhere. He leant up onto his knees and peeked out through the small window in the top of the door. He was momentarily blinded and he flinched back, rubbing his eyes. He looked out again, this time his eyes adjusting after only a second. He looked at everything he could see through the small hole. They were in a tiny clearing, the trees all standing tall and bending in slightly. But there was something off. They were shaking. Everything was shaking. A strange smell filled his nose, like smoke and ash, and leaves started to tumble down around his cell.

A strange rumbling started and he could hear his friends shouting out.

There was a sudden jolt as the cart started moving again and he slammed into the door.

He was just in time to see an explosion of what looked to be black dust erupt from around him. He watched as the dust coated everything, he watched as the grass was ripped up from the ground in large chunks and the trees were bent back and the leaves beginning to disintegrate before everything went black.

There was only rumbling and a sick feeling in his stomach. His head spun and he put his hand against the wall in an attempt to steady himself as he fell back against it. He clutched his head as it pounded, the blood rushing in his ears. What the hell was happening?

Then, suddenly, bright light shone through the window, right into his eyes. He groaned loudly in anger as he threw his hand up to cover them.

This was the worst day he had had in a long time. He was far from impressed and those moronic bastards were sure going to hear about it from him, he thought furiously.

The cart continued down a much smoother path so he attempted to climb up to look out the window again, being much more careful this time.

As he peeked out, he could see snow and mountains and trees, that was all. He sniffed. The scents he smelt were completely unrecognisable, he could hardly even smell the trees.

He pressed his face up against the bars to try and get a better look, although it didn't do much different. He did observe, however, that he was in front of at least one of the four carts.

A shadow was thrown over the cart, as if they were entering some kind of building.

Oh great. 
Another dungeon.

The cart stopped abruptly. This sudden stopping was really starting to tick him off, he thought as he once again had to catch himself from falling and smacking his head on the wall, this time succeeding. He watched as the cart behind him jolted to a stop and the winged man-creature tied the horse's reigns and jumped down from the cart. He watched as it walked around the back of the cart and unlocked the cell door. Before he could see who was taken out of the cell, his own winged creature began unlocking his door. He sighed and moved back, his neck bent to the side and his back hunched as he stood up off his knees in the tiny cell.

The door swung open to reveal, not one creature, but four.

Four of his own winged beasts, how lucky, he thought sarcastically.

"Get out," one of the creatures grunted at him while it grabbed his arm to haul him out.

Why tell him to get out when it was just going to drag him out anyway? He thought condescendingly.

Surrounded by four of those beasts, he was put in chains and hauled away from his cart. He looked around at his surroundings. The walls looked to be carved from black stone and their footsteps echoed off them. He attempted to look through the wings of the beasts who were all approximately the same height as him, some maybe a bit taller. Their wings were massive and bat-like. What the hell were they?

He was taken down a hallway and into a medium sized room with four chairs set up in a row and what looked to be a throne pushed up against the wall. Strange glowing lights floated around the room, their light dancing off the walls. Where the hell were they? He looked around the room, the same dank stone walls. He studied the throne, it was small compared to what he was used to and relatively unappealing. It was gold and had carvings along the arms and legs of the chair and up the sides of the backrest. A red velvet cushion was embedded into the seat of the chair.
It was more like a fancy chair than a throne.
Unimpressive.

He was thrown into one of the chairs, second furthest from the door, and chains were clipped around his ankles and waist while his hands were chained to the back of the chair.

Well, he thought flatly, these guys must be serious then.

Gavriel was hauled in next and thrown into the chair beside him, furthest from the door. Then Aelin on his other side and Lysandra beside her. Aelin had a gag in her mouth and looked majorly pissed off, what had she said? Pride welled up in him, as well as the urge to chuckle darkly. He held it down.

Winged beasts filled the rest of the space behind them and they sat waiting for who knows what. He became bored and his need to use the bathroom only grew, as well as his temper.

The door to the stone room swung open once more and a seemingly attractive male walked in, flanked by two other men, all of their ears pointed.

Fae.

The male sat down in the throne, his two guards moving to either side of it.

"Hello, my guests," he said with a leering smile, his brown eyes seeming to glow in the dim light, "My name is Keir, and I need your help."