As a child, the dungeons below always terrified me. Even standing near the entrance gave me nightmares as the sound of cries and screams crept through the doorway and blew towards the palace windows. I believe my imagination made it worse as I imagined people being tortured by horned monsters and their ghosted crying in the darkness. I would always run to my father without a second thought and he'd wrap his arms around me, telling me everything is alright. It felt safe and at that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted to hug my father again.
The entrance was located at the back of the palace, having to go through the wondrous gardens and passed the guards quarters. This late, only the moons glow and the light I brought with me created a path to the prisons. Inside, the str
