38 • RAEHERYS

Blood dripped down from his red knuckles. Raeherys struck another punch against the stone wall, but it was too hard. He couldn’t make a crack. Only traces of blood were marked on the stone cold surface. He hissed out the pain in his soaking red fist, and after a few more strikes, he finally gave up.

Raeherys leaned back on the wall and sat down, shaking his fist. His screaming muscles ached like hell throughout his entire body. He had already spent hours searching around his dark cell, but what he found was only dust and stones. It was hopeless. His brother was right. There’s no way of them getting out from the inside.

They couldn’t transform their arms to break the stones nor breathe fire to melt the bars. But there must be something in here, Raeherys thought. If only he had Fetyr, but his cell was too far away.

“Just give up, brother,” Aravyr said from the other cell. “We can never get through these ba