Stormwrecker: The Sad One

"No! No, you can't do this!" Hjall felt the cold chains bind his arms and neck with a sickening clang. "You Monster!" Hjall growled, his sharp fangs bared as his muscles tensed. His matted dreadlocked hair fell in his face. His eyes narrowed as his pupil molded into slits. "Restrain him!" the chains tightened as he roared. "Monster, such a wretched creature" The Fater insulted. Hjall stopped fighting, almost taken aback from those words. The Fater watched as the guardsman forced him down.

"Hjall Stormwrecker, I hereby send you to the barracks until your sentence is decided." The tall Half-Orc guards hauled him on his feet. Hjall easily towered over both, surprisingly enough. They brought him down beneath the kingdom.

They slowly trekked the cells, Hjall looking down at each wretched soul. Soon, he would be just another wretched soul, just like them. The Orcs stopped, throwing him in the cell. Before he could do anything, the cell door locked behind him.

Hjall sighed, the sound seemingly trailing through the entire hall. The rough atmosphere was cold, damp, and the air smelled of musty clothes and old stone.

The tall Aasimar observed his cell. It was a small 5 by 7-foot cell, barely enough space for one human, let alone a 7'2 Aasimar. The bed was uneven cuts of wood slabbed together. There were no windows, making the cell's tone very isolated. Hjall sat on the rickety wooden stool they had for comfort.

Hjall felt the exterior for his bed when he put his weight on it. He sat there for a while, nothing on his mind. He rubbed his scars on his face and arms.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE! DON'T YOU DARE HARM HIM!"

"WATCH HIM SUFFER!"

Hjall closed his eyes, clutching himself as he sat in the far corner. His heart beating faster and faster.

Hjall Stormwrecker was terrified of the dark.

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