I woke up in chains. This small stone room I was in was dark, cold, and wet. The only light I could see was torchlight that dimly came in through the wall and door created of iron bars. That is when it hit me, the fact that I was in a dungeon. The only dungeon near was in the interior, so the inside guards must have come and dragged me into here. But I couldn't remember why they would even have a reason to take me in. I thought to myself that maybe it was the sword, maybe they didn't think I had bought officially. I was reassuring myself that it was something simple that could be resolved. I was dong well until I started smelling iron, not from the bars, but from my blood soaked shirt. 

     This really jolted me awake at the time,I still had no idea that the beast lived inside me. If I were to wake up to blood all over me now, I could safely assume what had happened. But sitting there in that dungeon, barely into my adulthood terrified me. There was so much blood and I thought it might be mine, so I went to check my body for wounds. As I moved my hands forward to my chest the chains caught stopping,and making a loud noise. This must have alerted the guards because hey came over to investigate. I thought that most men in prison needed 2 sometimes 3 guards watching him, for some reason 6 armed guards came into view as they began to file into the cell swords drawn all except their leader. He carried a club and began to yell at me.

"Do not move you fucking piece of shit"

     With this he raised his club a hit me right in the temple. This knocked me out pretty quickly. But as I slipped away into this induced sleep I began to see images. Images of the last thing I remember, what took place at brothel. The sight of the lady they had beat mercilessly, Lucielle being cut down right in front of me, and the way the man was mistreating Kaya. The look of fear in her eyes that I couldn't understand. All I could do was keep my eyes peeled as I tried to reach for salvation from these nightmares.

     I was yelled awake to a bright light in my face, the sun. I was in some sort of arena, a sort of coliseum with the dirt circular floor that I was being dragged through. There was a small metal post n the middle that I was pushed to my knees in front of. As the guards roughly tied my hands around the post, my pounding head, to the point where each pump of blood felt as if it would burst the vein, fell to a whisper in comparison to the roaring of the crowd. As the guards stepped away I began to look throughout the crowd seated in the well built marble stadium, as far as I could tell they were all noblemen and women. I followed the crowd as best as I could until I saw that the arena centered out in front of me into the seating box high above high ground. There was a man standing and a woman holding an infant child, they were surrounded by Royal Guards.

     It wasn't untill saw the crowns on their heads did I realize who they were.