The Secret Dungeon

The clanging of metal bars filled my ears and the rancid smell of something rotting is so powerful that I feel like I’m going to throw up all that is inside my stomach. Phillius threw me in one of the cell prisons in an underground chamber of their mansion, that looked like a dungeon to me. The walls look old and the chamber is made of huge blocks of cold stones. 

I saw strange bones in each of the prison cells and he detained me at the last one, bounding my feet with a rusty chain so I couldn’t reach the metal bars. I could feel the same barrier just like the one he casted all around my room, the spell that binds me inside and negates all my magic abilities.

“What are you doing! Get me out of here!” I cried Phillius whose face was so full of anguish; his brows darken his crimson eyes that glinted through