Alexa

The walls of this dungeon couldn't keep me captive. I needed Hector. He was the only person I could think of now, but how was I to get across to him?

I picked up my sore bones from the crabby bed. My joints pained me, my steps slow and calculated as I reached the window bars, dragging a table to match its height.

My head spun at the sight. Everyone seemed to be preparing for something. Maybe I could lie about being unwell, then use that as an opportunity to escape this place. If I was ...