Valley of the Ancients: Book Three of the Restoration Series by Williams Christopher

Author:Williams, Christopher [Williams, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

Heather awoke to someone rubbing cool water on her face. The water was soothing, which was good since her head was throbbing. Her eyes blinked open and she realized it was Mikela who was washing her face.

Mikela smiled a worried smile at Heather, "Welcome back."

"Back?" Heather asked groggily as she forced herself up to a sitting position. "Where did I go?" Her hand moved up to rub her aching head.

"You've been unconscious for most of the day and that's a nasty cut you have." Mikela's eyes moved upwards and studied a spot on Heather's face. "I was getting worried."

Heather moved a hand up and felt the painful wound where her hair met her forehead. It was sore and swollen. She opened her mouth to speak but the sight of the bars in front of her completely drove all the other thoughts away.

She was sitting on an old and rather smelly cot. It was one of two in this cell. The cell had a back wall made of solid stone and the other three walls were iron bars that ran vertically from floor to ceiling. The cell was small, maybe ten feet by ten. To their left was another identical cell. Cassandra sat there watching them.

There was another cell to their right but it was empty. There were three more cells on the other side of a small walkway. The far left one contained Atock and Enton, Aaron was alone in the center cell, and Dagan was by himself in the last cell all the way to the right. They were all watching her.

"What happened?" she asked. Her mind was still felt foggy, but the rising panic was helping to wake her up.

"Magic." Mikela answered simply. She looked worried.

"Yes, some sort of sleeping spell." Cassandra said through the bars. She didn't get up, just spoke at them from her place on the bed. "I sensed it, but it was too late."

Heather nodded, remembering the heavy feeling that had settled on her just before she was knocked out. "Who caught us?"

"Obvious. Isn't it?" Dagan said quietly from his cell.

"Haven't you seen anyone?" Heather asked and Mikela shook her head.

As if on cue, the sound of a heavy bolt being drawn back caused them all to turn their attention to the wooden door that stood on the left end of the walkway. Heather hadn't noticed it before, but the door was solid wood, reinforced with iron straps. It would be hard to get through that door, even with an ax.

A man stepped through the door into the gloom of the prison cells. There wasn't much light as there were no windows and only four torches to light the whole area. It was hard to see the man who entered, but he moved to the center of the walkway where the light from the torches illuminated him. Well dressed and clean cut, he had the look of someone used to authority. He was tall and lean with a dark complexion. His short hair was black and curly and he surveyed them with a fierce determination.

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