Alianor
I could feel his fear as soon as I touched him.
He was tied to a wooden chair in a cold and damp dungeon, unconscious and bleeding. He tried to speak but no words would come out. The gate opened, and a big man with an evil smile and scary aspect walked in. He leaned down to be at this man's level and with a swing of his hand; he let out a dark cloud of smoke around him. I could hear his shrilling screams. The dark smoke infiltrated his body, making him jerk in pain.
His eyes turned a blood-red color. I have seen nothing like this before. After he went through the pain, that horrid being released him. I couldn't identify his face, but I had a feeling I knew who it was.
The poor man was released and started running through the forest, near our castle. A big creat
