My lights fluttered open, catching the flickering of the lights that reminded me of the cramps searing through my bones.

I inhaled a giant breath of air that scraped my lungs like sandpaper as my heart pounded echoing the danger I was in.

I was in the basement of the fortress, my hands bounded upwards causing the muscles in my hands to quiver like every joint had been twisted out of place and shoved back in.

I forced a swallow down my throat, the metallic tang, lingering on my tongue bitter, sharp, like rust and blood.

The agonizing reminder that I was poisoned.

How was I still breathing?

Only one...