It was dark in that small, filthy room. The only light came through the ceiling at the one end. The walls were stone, with cracks, no windows. A pitiful pile of straw lay scattered on the stone floor. Everything dark, everything cold. I began to shiver, my breath showing in little white wisps.
I sat down with my back against the door and sobbed, not just any ordinary sobs, but the same ones I cried when I was told Talon was dead. This whole ordeal was unbelievable. As I shivered harder, I started to recall all the dreams I once deemed silly, crazy, or just nightmares. The dreams seemed so long ago, but I was living them now. Wrapping my arms around myself, I settled against the door for the night. It seemed to be the cleanest place in the cell. I couldn't get much sleep, however, the shiv
