Mordred was sitting in a corner of his cell, his back pressed against the cold, damp stone, his muscles still taut from hours of back-breaking work in the mine. His breath was slow, controlled, and he was beginning to feel the imminent transition back to his home world.
But before he could sink into the darkness... something changed.
A tiny, almost imperceptible noise broke the heavy silence of the cell. Not a sound of metal or chains. No, something fluid, furtive.
Her instincts were immediately alarmed.
Her fingers tightened slightly on the floor, her exhausted body tensed, ready to pounce if necessary.
A light breeze swept through the room, as if an invisible presence had slipped in without disturbing the guards.
Someone was there.
With a quick movement, Mordred straightened his head and scanned the hooded figure who had inexplicably slipped into the cell unnoticed.
