Chapter 21: The Fate Of The Royal Adviser (Part One)

        "Ya, old scum! Someone's here to see ya!" Gurr, the head of jail guards came in with two other men dressed in faded grey vests and old combat boots which resembled a lower position than him each man carried a torch to light the dark tunnel through the jail.

        Gurr was referring to the newly admitted prisoner who was now curled in an unsettling sleep inside the cell on a bare, dirty and hard ground.

        It was Mon. 

         But Mon didn't hear anything as he was drowning himself in a deep sleep. He had a rough day yesterday that even the freezing temperature of the jail didn't bother him.

        And what prize would it bring him to stay awake? All he could see were dark boring walls of the cave between the small gaps of the cold iron bars that had taken away his right of freedom. And the groans of pain and hunger from his fe