Hey guys! Here you go! Enjoy!!! New character! I love him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jaidie

Peter was taken to the castle where he was roughly pulled from the cart by two of Daggler’s guards. They grabbed his arms tightly and jerked him around like a rag doll. Peter clenched his teeth against the pain in his wrist as they dragged him through the castle halls. He was sure the castle was beautiful with all its splendor but he didn’t care. He kept his eyes on his feet that dragged limply on the floor.

The guards took a turn and started walking down some stairs. Peter’s heartbeat quickened, the dungeon.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs Peter had to bite his tongue to keep from vomiting. The smell of this place was awful. It smelled of rotten food, mold, and blood. There were many cells along the wall but most of them were empty except for some chains that dangled on the back wall. He cocked his ears and heard a faint sound, it sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall.

It took him a while to figure out what the sound was and when he did, he wished he hadn’t, it was the sound of someone screaming and then he could faintly hear laughter.

Daggler leaned close to him then whispered, “That’s the sounds from the torture chamber on the other side of the wall. Don’t worry you’ll find out what it looks like soon, I’m sure Captain Zyn would be more than happy to show you around. Who knows he might even show you how some of the stuff works.” Daggler laughed.

Peter shut his eyes wishing this was all just one big nightmare and he would wake up soon and Rexly would tell him that it was alright, it was just a dream. As much as Peter wanted it to be a dream, he knew it was not. The smell of the dungeon was too strong and the awful cries from the other side of the wall were too loud and real. The grip of the guards holding him was too painful, this was no dream.

The guards stopped and Peter looked up to see that they now stood in front of a large cell. He gulped and his whole body began to tremble as one of the guards unlocked the door.

The door swung open slowly making a squeaking sound as it did, then it hit the wall with a loud thud that echoed off the empty dungeon walls. Peter had the urge to cover his ears but the guards held his arms firmly.

Daggler chuckled and nodded. The two guards threw Peter into the cell. Peter cried out and held his wrist to his chest as he shivered. The dungeon floor was colder than he expected, he had expected it to be cold but not this cold. Daggler smiled as he closed the door and locked it. He chuckled again and put his arms through the bars and crossed them, then laid his chin on the bar just above his arms and said, “Don’t be scared thief, this isn’t even the worst of it. No, tomorrow is when the fun begins. You know, Captain Zyn is very excited about you, he’s never worked with someone so small before. Oh, I can’t wait to see what he does to that little face of yours!”

Peter felt the blood drain from his face, he backed up in the far corner and pulled his knees to his chest. Daggler laughed again and pushed away from the cell.

“Now, get some rest little thief, because I have a feeling, you’re going to need all your strength tomorrow.” Daggler and the guards left then.

Peter waited until he could no longer hear them before he hugged his knees, buried his face in his arms, and sobbed. He let his tears fall freely. What did it matter, no one was here to see him cry, so there was no reason to try and control it. He was so scared and alone. He didn’t know what to do. He shivered and hugged himself tighter. The sobs shook him harder as he thought of Rexly, he hoped he was okay.

“Shh.”

Peter’s head shot up and he looked around the cell. “Hello?” He said, softly.

“Shhhh.”

Peter strained his eyes in the darkness and then he saw him. A buck sitting in the corner his arms out, stretched by chains on either side of the wall, his head hung low.

“Hello,” Peter said again, stepping a little closer to the buck.

The buck lifted his head, Peter gasped. The buck’s face was covered in scars, ragged lines through his grey-blue fur, his brown eyes seemed to see into Peter’s very soul, his ears were torn in many places. Then it hit Peter. “The torture chamber,” he said, softly almost to himself.

The buck looked at him then said, “Hush lad, they can hear ya cryin’ in here and they enjoy it.” The buck’s voice was gruff with a slight accent to it, it reminded him of his Pa.

Peter wiped at his eyes and nodded. “Sorry if I woke you.”

The buck scowled. “I wasn’t sleepin’, I was thinkin’.”

Peter nodded but he couldn’t take his eyes off the buck’s scared face. He didn’t want to ask but he did. “Did they do that to your face?”

The buck bit his lip, then said, “Aye lad, they did but I let them.”

Peter’s mouth fell open. “You let them? Why would you let them do this to you?”

The buck held his head up. “Because I’m nay coward or traitor. They wanted me to betray me friends, but I wouldnae so they tortured me tryin’ to force me to tell, but I let them. I let them torture me. I didnae fight back nor give them the satisfaction of a scream. I let them and I’m nae ashamed to say so.”

Peter looked down. “I wish I was that brave, but I’m not.”

The buck smiled. “What’s ya name lad?”

Peter looked up at the buck. “Peter sir, my name is Peter.”

The buck chuckled. “Well Peter, I’m Tyse, Tyse Freeheart.” The buck, Tyse, looked Peter in the eyes. “Can I ask ya a question lad?”

Peter nodded.

“Do ya know the story of Picket Pac-Slayer?”

Peter shook his head. “Why do you ask?”

Tyse’s smile widened. “Ya said ya wanted to be brave like me, right?”

Peter nodded again, Tyse looked satisfied. “Well Peter, I’m going to tell ya the same story that made me brave. I’m going to you a story of true bravery.”