prisoner

The North Three days after the flight... The prisoner convoy was a slowly-moving blur in the distance. Black on grey, it grew closer with every whispered word and hushed reply. 'How many?' Agatha asked, gazing through the canopy of leaves limiting her view and hiding her from sight. 'Fifty...

Vel Luria "Madame!" His voice echoed out over the reaches of the courtyard. The cage they had trapped him in was surprisingly spacious. Ordinarily, at least back home, these sorts of things had no trappings of comfort or even leg space. Yet the iron room he found himself stuck in was large...