Zeldra didn’t dare shut her eyes. She was too afraid of what would happen if she did. Agmaraa flew her down a long tunnel that emerged into a cavern. Balconies were carved and built along the walls until the ceiling became a forest of stalagtites. They seemed to glow, and filled the room with light.
Agmaraa soared to a balcony and dropped Zeldra onto its floor. “Now it’s time for the cliched villiany. I wanted something different this time, a new life.” Her green and silver eyes bored into Zeldra. “But what would you care of that, you selfish little brat?”
“Lady Agmaraa?” The bulky humanoid creature stepped out of the shadows of the balcony door. It was grey with a bulldog-like head, and wore a richly carved chestplate. Zeldra felt her eyes opening wider. A moblin, she was in the presence of a moblin bowing to Agmaraa.
“Oh yes, send your troops to defend all entrances to Death Mountain. There’s going to be a rescue attempt for her, and that means a fight for us.”
The moblin looked at down at Zeldra. “And what of her?”
Agmaraa paused to give another withering glare. “She is going back to her father.” She strode out and the moblin followed. The stone wall shot up into the opening.
She was trapped in a cage. She didn’t dare look over the railing.
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