Chapter Escape from the Grim Waste
-Grim Waste-
In the morning, deep within the Darkbanes’ hidden territory, in a place known as the “Grim Wastes,” Davhil and Eowyn found themselves confined within the dark bane cage. Eowyn awoke to the cacophony of taunts and cheers in this grim and desolate place.
A chaotic brawl was underway, and the crowd was fervently rooting for their chosen champions. The atmosphere was charged with excitement as bets were placed, and general conversation flowed like a river.
Vernit, seated on a raised platform, addressed the chaotic crowd, his voice carrying above the uproar. “The two who will compete today are Akru, the Storm Mage, versus Sahat, a Water Mage! Let the battle commence!”
The barbarian crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers, making the entire place reverberate with their exuberance.
Eowyn, observing the intense situation, shook her brother, Davhil, awake. “Hey, hey, wake up,” she urged urgently.
Davhil, still half-asleep, groggily stood up, rubbing his eyes. “What is it?” he mumbled, stifling a yawn.
Eowyn, her annoyance evident, asked, “How can you sleep soundly in this kind of place?”
Davhil, now more alert, replied, “I was just really tired. What’s happening?”
Eowyn gestured toward the raucous brawl. “Look at them,” she pointed out. “We should get out of here while they’re distracted.”
Davhil, scanning the throngs of people, voiced his concern, “But how can we possibly navigate through this crowd?”
Eowyn, with a mischievous glint in her eye, responded confidently, “Leave it to me.”
Eowyn, her nimble fingers working despite her wrists being tied, reached for her hairpin. With skillful precision, she used the hairpin to cut the rope binding her hands, leaving her brother Davhil in awe of her resourcefulness. Not wasting a moment, she deftly cut the ropes that bound Davhil as well.
As the two siblings regained their freedom, Eowyn’s shadow magic came into play. She used it discreetly to snatch the keys from a nearby table while their guard’s attention was diverted. With a silent, triumphant nod, Eowyn secured the keys. Davhil couldn’t hide his relief, “You got it!”
Eowyn quickly silenced her brother with a shushing gesture. She then approached the cage door and, with a click, unlocked it using the purloined keys. With their newfound freedom, Eowyn summoned her shadow magic once more to shroud them in an inky veil, rendering them practically invisible.
“Come on,” she whispered to Davhil, guiding him out of the cage with a gentle hand. Together, they moved with utmost stealth, slipping past the rowdy barbarians who remained blissfully unaware of their escape.
Just as the siblings neared the main exit, an unforeseen barrier of energy sent them sprawling to the ground, shattering their concealment. The Grim Wastes had more secrets than they’d imagined. The darkbanes turned their heads in their direction, their sinister gazes locking onto Eowyn and Davhil, who had been pushed back by the mysterious surge of energy. The real test of their survival had just begun.