Then one morning, he was not taken to the Pit but instead beneath the fortress to a cave. Water flowed down all of its walls in cascades as thin as gossamer. The cave floor shone like polished gems and in its centre was a small pool, as smooth as glass with a strange blue light that emulated from it. At a wave of the Prince's hand, balls of blue fire drifted into the air and floated around the cave. He stood tall and menacing over the kneeling ragged prisoner. The Prince's tattoos glowed red and his eyes blazed blue. His hand rested on his sword as he gazed down at the young man weighed down by his chains. Ver mais