SELENA’S POV

My wrists ached from the tight grip of the guards as they dragged me down endless stone hallways. I didn’t fight them—I couldn’t. Whatever potion they had forced down my throat earlier had drained almost all my strength. Celestia, was barely like a whisper in my mind and her presence resembled the flickering of a candle struggling to stay lit.

We stopped in a big room, the oppressive darkness broken by only the faint glow of a few torches mounted on the walls. At the ...