In the deepest, darkest corner of the cave, something was stirring.
Cast away to the underground, Morgana awoke to find herself surrounded and unable to move. Her wings were clipped behind her back, bound alongside her body with thick stems that were so rough, the leaves they bore felt like iron barbs against her scales.
Morgana was on the cold ground, in a cell that was so deep, it only allowed in the faintest speck of light from above. With her body wrapped so tightly by knotted tree bark, she couldn't even turn her head to see past her tail and she strained her eyes to follow the stems restraining to see where they led.
Some grew from the ground under her, and others were linked to several Veladrys standing further away from her body, watching her like sentinels.
Seeing this, Morgana scoffed.
They must have been placed here to keep her from escaping.
She could barely sense the presence of the reptiles she bonded with.