Castor awoke with a pounding headache and his throat sore . He held his hands to his head, trying to gain his surroundings around him. It was in that moment, he noticed a few things.

His wrists were shackled together with gold chains, as were his ankles. His outing gowns were discarded and was dressed in white silk, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. If it wasn’t for the gold silk tussle around his waist, he would have looked naked.

He moved to his knees, feeling the pains and scratches he received from his capture. He could smell honey lavender that covered his healing wounds.

Castor sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do in that moment but think of a way to get out of the situation.

"Damn….dad’s going to freak when he finds out about this. …" he closed his eyes, trying to stop the spinning.

A voice called out from the bars, malice dripping like venom.

"Your father has to find you first. Beside, you are no longer in Nianda any more, Prince Castor."

Castor snickered, a smart ass tone escaped his lips.

"And where exactly am I?" He wondered how long he was out for.

All the Prince got was a laugh that echoed in his holdings, one that shook him to his core. He knew then that he was truly alone in this mess.

The Slaver walked away, seemingly not having a care in the world. Castor closed his eyes, trying to calm his panicked heart.

If recuse wasn’t on it’s way, then he’d have to save himself. Wouldn’t be the first time and he mused it wouldn’t be his last. Just this time he literally had nothing on him.

With shackled feet, he moved off the bed and started to walk around. Testing his distance as to far he could move within the room that held him. Like the chains that bound him, the floor were cold on his bare feet.

Castor pulled at the chains, seeing how loose they were and if he could easily break them or not. With his wrists bound, he knew he couldn’t do much but since his feet were able to move freely he at least had a chance.

Walking towards the wall the chains were connected to, he examined it. He pondered a bit, seeing that he wasn’t the only one who tried to escape from these chains. The wall was worn and cracked, it’s anchor nearly broke free. Castor was grateful for that, it would make things more easier for him.

With a cocky grin, he placed one foot on the wall before him and his other foot followed as he pulled on the chain with all his might. The joint that held the chains, cracked and gave way, leaving for the Sun Prince to hit the ground. He shook his head, shaking away the pain.

The wall that held the chains broke with ease, making him free to move around the room, even if he was still chained.

With no time to spare, he quickly pushed himself up and made his way towards the door. Castor frowned when the door wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t surprised, he just hoped it would have been easier to get out.

He looked out the door window, seeing a simple pull lock that held the door closed. He quickly made his way back to the bed, ripping the cloth and making a loop at the end. It wasn’t much but it was the best that he could do.

Making his way back towards the door, he threaded the cloth outside the window and easily looped the lock and pulled. The door that once wouldn't budge, was now open.

Castor pushed the door with care, looking around before he made his next move. With a tired huff, he knelt down, picking up the chains around him so they wouldn’t drag and bring attention to his escape.

When he saw no one was there, he moved out, hiding in the what shadows he could find.

The heart beating heavy in his head, Castor moved as if his life depended on this escape, because it did.

The place that he was in, was dirty. The smell insulted his sense, as he kept pushing on, not knowing which was the right way out or not. The ground below him, would be hard as dirt one moment and soft as mud the next.

He strained his ears, listening for anything. And when he did, his heart ran cold. He heard crying.

He wasn’t alone in this hell. Of course he wouldn’t be.

Castor clenched his hands in anger, as his plans of escaping quickly changed to helping those who were crying. With soft steps, he made his way towards other doors, pulling the lock up and pulling the doors open. Many scared faces peered out, seeing that someone had opened the door to their escape.

In their panic, they quickly ran all over, causing noise and cries of joy. Castor knew it was going to be more dangerous now. He made it to the last few doors seeing that there were children in there.

The kids looked on in horror, only for them to scramble for the door as Castor yelled at them to move it. Move it they did.

With all the commotion, two slave traders came to investigate the noises they heard. In their horror, their captors charged forward, pushing forwards towards the exit, causing the two men to be pushed down and crushed from the frantic escape.

Castor stayed behind, watching as the mob he released make way to the only exit in the room. The screams he heard and the yelling made him wonder if he had made a mistake letting everyone run wild, but that was too late now.

As the way became open, Castor walked along, sucking in his lips as he passed a few dead slavers and captives. He glanced around the room, seeing that many victims had escaped while others were being held down by the slave traders who weren’t killed off in the mad dash for freedom.

His rage grew, when he saw a little girl, who’s arm was being twisted to keep her in place. Her cries of pain set him off.

In a mad dash, he held tight to the binds that held him and swung hard. He had no reason to hold back.

The slaver didn’t even knew what hit him when chains slammed hard into his skull. The little girl was able to break free, running fast and out of sight.

The other slavers in the room quickly turned their attention to the Prince, whom was covered in dirt and blood splatter. He grinned as he was ready for charge.

“Come on then….” Castor used the chains that bound him to his advantage. He was ready for a beat down he knew was coming. It was something he didn’t expect to survive from.

As the Slaver’s advanced forward, a faster man pulled out his long swords, ready to cut down the Prince before him. Castor was able to roll out of the way, taking his chains and wrapping it around the man’s foot, dragging him off his feet and heavily to the ground.

Another slaver appeared before him, a dagger plunging down, too fast for Castor to even counter in his condition. He knew this was going to hurt.

A blood curdling scream and blood flowed. The attacking slaver fell backwards as an arrow shot deep into his eye, leaving the man to drop dead.

The other men backed down, as Castor thought he was in the clear. He turned to see who is savior was, but quickly let his smile drop.

It was the Head Slaver that brought him in. The man gave an annoyed look, seeing how dirty the Prince had become and the mess that he had made.

“Now boys. I can’t have my prize here be damaged goods.” The Slaver leader looked over at Castor. “As for you and what you have done….” The man smiled. “We have options.”

Castor doubted he really had any options at this point.

“They are?”

“You come freely with me and any slaves that have not been captured, shell run free.” The Slaver watched as the Prince listened to his words. “Or, I could kill all of them and cut your legs off.” The man grinned with glee, watching as those fiery blue eyes die down in defeat. “My costumers like undamaged goods after all, some wouldn’t mind if you could never run away...”

Castor lowered his shoulders. He really had no other choice.

“I’ll go with you….” The chains that he held in his hands, he let drop.

The Slaver Leader walked over and pulled the captured Prince along by his black hair. He looked over at his men, who looked bewildered as to what had happen.

“What are you all standing around for, carry the dead out of here and clean this place up.” He barked orders. “As for you Prince Castor, lets get you cleaned up and new clothes. You are going to fetch me more money than those little maggots ever will.”

Castor really hated this man. The hands that held his hair, dug deep into his scalp.

As they walked, Castor noticed sweet smells and the floor was no longer dirt, but marble. He gritted his teeth as the Slaver Leader pulled his head up.

“Now listen here you Eunuch's! Dress this disgrace as before. Make sure his wounds are cleaned!" With a strong push he let of of the Prince's head. "If you cause any more problems, I'll send the hungers out. Don't you forget that." 

Castor nodded his head. He was too tired anyway if he wanted to even try to escape again.

“Keep your word and I won’t.”

The man laughed, leaving the Prince alone with the Eunuch’s to take care of him.

Soft hand’s held onto him, guiding him along so he could bathe and wash away the mistakes he made.

He was at least happy people had escaped with his help.

As for his own fate, he couldn’t help but push that fear down.

He had to plan on how to get out of this.