Damon was once again chained to the stone walls of the prison. When he tried to rise, he stumbled and fell painfully to the ground. Gasping for breath and lying in a pool of his own blood, he fell into a fitful sleep.
Damon opened his eyes when he heard a soft voice but could not make out the words nor could he see anything in the darkness. He was too weak to sit up and blacked out.
When he awoke sometime later, it was still night.
He could here the roar of thunder and the sound of rain dripping threw the cracks in the roof.
A raindrop hit his nose and he sneezed, sending pain shooting threw him. Feeling a comforting hand on his shoulder, he looked up into the gentle eyes of Kelley.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Helping you.” she answered, looking closely at the manacles on his wrists. “That must hurt.”
“Aye.” He grimaced as he pushed himself up.
Kelley helped him into sitting position and gently laid the black cape around his bloody shoulders.
“I see you kept my cape, what else you got?” He motioned to a sack that was in the corner.
“Not much.” She replied, “Just you’re daggers and what little food me and Mika could find.”
“Did she get away?” Damon asked.
“She’s fine. Better then you, for sure. She’s in the cave with my family.”
Damon, relieved that his plan had not completely failed after all, rested his head agents her shoulder and closed his eyes. “Thanks for being here. “ He murmured.
“I will never leave you.” She promised.
“Believe me, there’s no way out of here.” Damon smiled as Kelley pulled unsuccessfully on the prison bars. “You should of thought about that before rushing in here to help me.” Damon pointed out. Exhausted, she sank to the ground.
The early morning sunlight seeped threw the roof, sparkling on her brown fur. “I couldn’t just leave you here to die, not after what you did for us.” She said, rising to her feet.
“The guards will wake up soon. You better hide the bag.” He told her.
She looked at him, puzzled. “Where? There’s nothing to hide it behind.”
Shrugging, he gazed around at the dungeon.
Nothing but stone walls, wood roof and muddy ground.
“Burry it.” He suggested.
She chose the driest spot which was in the far corner, got down on her knees and started scraping at the dirt. Soon she had dug a far size hole and set the sack down in it.
Damon heard footsteps from outside, growing louder by the second. “Someone’s coming.” he warned as she patted down the last of the dirt.
“Get into the shadows, quick!” Damon whispered urgently.
Kelley backed agents the wall, not a moment too soon.
The door creaked open and Aviso entered.
Damon looked eyes with the rat and bared his teeth.
“Welcome back, coward.” he growled.
“So how's me prisoner?” Aviso asked mockingly.
“Still waiting to chop your captain to bloody bits.” he answered.
“Be that so?” the evil rat snickered.
Damon nodded. “Aye, fool!”
Aviso’s eyes blazed with anger at the otters answered. “No one calls me a fool. I should cut yer tongue out, waterdog!”
“I’ll remember that.” Damon replied.
With one last glare, Aviso turned and stomped out, slamming the wooden door behind him.
“What if he really does cut your tongue out? You should not have said all those things.” She said fearfully, coming to stand beside him.
Damon shrugged. “I was only getting his fur ruffled. Besides, Regan will not allow it. Most vermin like to hear their challenger beg for mercy before they kill him. Hopefully Ragen is one of those.” Kelley glanced uneasily at the door. “I hope your right.” she replied.
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