the children of dark prison

prologue

I wake up in an unlit room and it takes ages for my eyes to adjust, I smell damp and the horrid, disgusting smell of mould. I hear water slowly dripping from somewhere nearby and look around at the narrow cell I am in, it is no bigger than the cage a bear is kept in. I look at the hay bed I am on in a corner of the cell. I feel petrified and I sit up and hug my knees to my chest while asking myself, how did I get here? why am I here? where am I? but before I can start to unpick those questions, footsteps approach the large rusty cell door.