The Breakout
The woman said nothing, only held out the object in her hand. It was a key, with a strange symbol etched into its surface.
The sorceress frowned. "What is this?"
"It's the key to the chamber," the woman said, her voice low and melodic. "The chamber where the girl is being held."
The prince stepped forward, his eyes locked on the woman's face. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice steady.
The woman smiled, a cold and calculating expression. "I am the one who took your sister," she said. "And I am the one who will kill you both."
The Prince and the Sorceress stood tall and firm, facing the woman who had taken the Prince's sister. The Prince felt a mix of anger and fear inside him, but he refused to let the latter show.
"You will pay for what you have done," he said firmly.
The woman laughed, the sound echoing through the cave. "And how do you plan to make me pay, little prince?" she sneered.