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Taken from his home, the military that had captured Zach promptly loaded him into their wagon without care for handling him gently. His arms were locked behind his back, clasped in iron. For the next few days, he was transported to the prison located within the city. And upon arrival, their rough treatment continued as they pulled him harshly from the wagon, and took him to the underground of the castle. Even if Zachary said anything, the soldiers never said a word. Rather than men with a purpose of finding a murderer, they seemed driven by another purpose, as if locking Zachary away wasn't the finality of their plan. They proceeded quickly, forcing Zachary to hurry as well. It was clear that leaving him in the prison wasn't the end. Although wait awaited him afterwards might have been death, the fact that he was meant to do more than rot was clear.
Pushing him inside, the men removed his clasps. If Zachary had tried to fight, they would have skewered him on the spot with their pikes. So, he was forced to be locked within his dark, windowless cell, in the underground of the human castle. Here, other prisoners, mostly of other races, were seen around him. Elves, Orcs, even a few ugly Dwarves sat in their prisons. The races were constantly either at war or neutral peace, where such peace was only brought when neither side was able to fight. In the following years, they would only regain their strength, and try to slaughter each other anew. Each race was at fault for their own reasons. Humans simply didn't understand where they didn't belong. Elves were violently anti-social, sparking war as they would kill any who enter their lands without question. And Orcs simply loved to fight and die in battle. War was their way of life. Those of the lizard clan had similar views of the Orcs, except they were far more dignified in their methods. Many wars were fought where the lizard clan held dominance in both military power and strategy. But once defeated, the lizard clan did not deal the final blow to their enemies, instead leaving them to suffer in the shame of their weakness.
Such was the way of the world. War was one of the first things many people learned. And many more died as a result of it. And here, amidst other races who were captured and brought here amidst the constant fighting, Zachary remained amidst their cells. Where he might have expected to rot for years, in only three days time, he had a visitor to his cell. A female shape with twin tail hair stepped into the corridor, and walked past all of the other cells, ignoring them completely. Her footsteps echoed louder and louder, different from the sounds of boots pounding at the stone from the man who fed the prisoners their water and slop. The sounds she carried were stern, with purpose, and menacing at the same time. Once the footsteps reached his cell, he saw the figure of a girl, no taller than five feet, her features hidden from the darkness, standing in front of his cell.
"I have followed the threads to this point. They both lead me to you," the girl announced to Zachary. "You're coming with me. You're invaluable to my research. In return for your obedience, I can return two important people you've known into your world, and free you from the fate of spending the rest of your miserable life in this place, beyond the sight of any merciful god."
"Do not ask questions. Do not try to converse with me. I only care to hear whether or not you're willing to be of use to me. Answer yes, or no, or else I will leave you here to rot," she instructed him with strict warning.
Pushing him inside, the men removed his clasps. If Zachary had tried to fight, they would have skewered him on the spot with their pikes. So, he was forced to be locked within his dark, windowless cell, in the underground of the human castle. Here, other prisoners, mostly of other races, were seen around him. Elves, Orcs, even a few ugly Dwarves sat in their prisons. The races were constantly either at war or neutral peace, where such peace was only brought when neither side was able to fight. In the following years, they would only regain their strength, and try to slaughter each other anew. Each race was at fault for their own reasons. Humans simply didn't understand where they didn't belong. Elves were violently anti-social, sparking war as they would kill any who enter their lands without question. And Orcs simply loved to fight and die in battle. War was their way of life. Those of the lizard clan had similar views of the Orcs, except they were far more dignified in their methods. Many wars were fought where the lizard clan held dominance in both military power and strategy. But once defeated, the lizard clan did not deal the final blow to their enemies, instead leaving them to suffer in the shame of their weakness.
Such was the way of the world. War was one of the first things many people learned. And many more died as a result of it. And here, amidst other races who were captured and brought here amidst the constant fighting, Zachary remained amidst their cells. Where he might have expected to rot for years, in only three days time, he had a visitor to his cell. A female shape with twin tail hair stepped into the corridor, and walked past all of the other cells, ignoring them completely. Her footsteps echoed louder and louder, different from the sounds of boots pounding at the stone from the man who fed the prisoners their water and slop. The sounds she carried were stern, with purpose, and menacing at the same time. Once the footsteps reached his cell, he saw the figure of a girl, no taller than five feet, her features hidden from the darkness, standing in front of his cell.
"I have followed the threads to this point. They both lead me to you," the girl announced to Zachary. "You're coming with me. You're invaluable to my research. In return for your obedience, I can return two important people you've known into your world, and free you from the fate of spending the rest of your miserable life in this place, beyond the sight of any merciful god."
"Do not ask questions. Do not try to converse with me. I only care to hear whether or not you're willing to be of use to me. Answer yes, or no, or else I will leave you here to rot," she instructed him with strict warning.
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