Read The Dragon King Saga Book One: Avowed :: Chapter One: M.I.A.

A man sat in a dark and damp cell. He wasn't sure where he was or even how long he had been here, bettter yet how he had gotten here. The last memory he could recall was being briefed by his commanding officer. Next thing he remembered, total darkness. No light existed here except that which poured through a small square window in a door acrossed the room. He had beenbound by his hands to the arm of the chair which had become his permanent home. he had known quickly that the light was natural and had used it to mesure the amount of time passing. That was until the days numbered to many to keep track. Had it been months? No it had to have been several years by now. His days had begun to feel like weeks and his weeks like years. Every so often he was visited by a man in a black suit who would feed him and care for him then leave without a single word. Try all he may, he could never even get a whisper from the guy. The solitude had begun to ware on him to a point where he had forgotten many things and even struggled to remember his name. What waas real anymore? he was certain of one thing, it had been far to long since he had seen the outside world.

The man was adjusting hmself in his chair his back aching in a constant pain. Suddenly a shuffling broke the silence. "Now i know im losing it." He thought to himself. But there it was again, this time though he saw something shift under the light of the door. He shuffled his chair over and discovered a letter. He quickly threw himself to the floor, chair still upon him and pressed his face to the dirst biting at the paper. Eventually he grasped its edge with his teeth and struggled back to his feet before leaning backward and resting the legs back in the floor. He had become quite efficient at this he thought to himself. He leaned forward to put the letter in his hand. He fussed for a while and spouted some curses as he tried to tear the letter open. After several minutes of fighting himself he finally pried the papper from its envelope.

The letter itself revealed something that brought the man to tears. "We have found the boy, You have friends on the Outside." The man sighed but his happiness was broken by the sound of the outter door opening. He quickly stuffed the paper into a tear in the chairs fabric and straightened up as the sound of keys could be heard outside. The man in black had returned he thought. But to his surprise the person who entered was not a familiar face. A woman all in black same as the man stood before him closing the door behind her. She stared at him with a look that to him seemed a mix of shock and excitement. she quickly changed to a more serious expression. "Pennyworth?" The woman spoke. He shook his head unable to speak from the dryness in his throat. She walked over and uncuffed one of his hand giving him a botlle of water. "My name is Morgan, I think we can help each other." The man stopped drinking and gave her a weary look. "That letter didnt walk itself in here."

After allowing the man some time to drink and gain his words back she spoke again. "Do you know how long you have been here?" She asked him. "To long to count." He spoke through a harsh and raspy voice. It was easy to tell he wasn't lying just from how hushed and tired his voice was. "I'm going to help you Pennyworth, but you'll have to give me some time. Do you think you could do that?" The man agreed. "Got nothing but time." He smiled. "But what is it that you want?" The woman simply stood and began to leave. "There's a boy out there, well i guess he is a man now. That man is my younger brother Arthur. It has taken me twenty two years to find you Pennyworth. Please dont make us regret this." With that she departed. The man sobbed then, whether it be joy or sorrow he knew now one thing. Arthur was the name of his son, and if what that woman says was true, she was his daughter Morgan. It saddended him that he hadn't recognized her but he had last seen her when she was three years old. "A woman." He cried.

He could feel the change in the air now, a breeze carrying it under the door and to his face. "When i am out, the world will know what happened here."

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