Free the Kingslayer
Heon opened his eyes but darkness greeted him.
He couldn't see what was in front of him. What was on his sides, or the back of him.
"Hello?"
No one answered. He couldn't hear a sound. He started to wonder if perhaps he was blind and deaf, but he could still hear the heart beat in his chest. The rush of blood as it past his ears. He was thankful, at least.
But, nothing of this was in his favor.
"Hello?"
He waited for a few seconds. When he had inhaled and exhaled exactly five times, he called out for someone again.
Alas. Only silent darkness in his company.
Clueless and confused, Heon wondered if perhaps he was being snatched to Darym's secret place. He'd rage for that.
However, the rush of wind that carressed his hair made him hopeful.
"Hello?"
One breath. Two–
"Mmmph!"
"Hello?!"
The muffled voice came back. Sounding not so distance, if he wasn't mistaken.
"Who's there? Where am I?" Heon fired off, but the same muffled voice was the only asnwer he got.