CHAPTER 23

Dedicated to everyone who still stuck by me through this adventure

JASON

The dry, stale air of a basement woke him up, jason groaned and cracked his rather rather stiff neck. He could only open one eye, the only sound he could hear were the dripping of water, he narrowed his eyes to see better in this dark dungeon.

Yes, jason was finally at the palace.

That much he knew.

The only source of light was the small square window that fed little rays into this place, jason assessed himself. He was downright filthy, his cloth had the smell of blood on it.

His hands were chained to the wall, jason sighed and closed his one good eye, he fought the urge to scream in pain and sadness, but this was for the good of the realm,

I, the sacrifice of Aratia,

With a heavy sigh rumbling in his chest jason laid back on the g