John's head throbed painfully. He sat up and placed his hand against his head to steady the pain. The last thing he could remember was entering the castle with his companions, and then, well...nothing. The smoke made him obviously pass out.
After the blurryness disapeared from his eyes, John-seeing by the four stone walls and hay stack that he was laying on-was indeed in a cell, completely alone. Fear gripped the jong drake; where was his comrades.
"Marty! Tabitha! Cassy!" he called, but the only answer he got was the sound of his own voice echoing back to him. Becoming more worried, he got up.
It was then that John noticed that all of his belongings was still on him. It was strange. Who would throw someone in a dungeon and leave all his tools on him. But, when John looked towards the door that was meant to keep him here, he found that it was wide open. Now John was truly dumbfounded.
'It must be some sort of trap' he thought to himself. He went over and started to investigate the door. Made from three inch of cast iron, John found that the door's lock was completely distroyed by some unknown force.
John left the cell, traveling into the long corrador untill he found a staircash that travelled upwards. He unseathed his longsword, ready for any sort of attack coming his way.
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