The metal gate that separated the shiny and mesmerizing castle floor opened with a loud creak that was hellishly maddening. Red stepped into the dungeon entrance and noticed how unnaturally cold the passageway was.
Like they were suddenly transported into another side of the kingdom where hope was devoid and warmth was scarce.
It was dimly lit and Ari was right behind her, carrying the duffel bag she had stuffed with food and Archer's favorite pumpkin juice.
She had to say that he had some really weird taste in drinks. How could he even like such an unpredictable juice that could sometimes be as disgusting as puke itself?
She can't even imagine drinking the juice ever again for she was afraid of other vile variations it would shift to inside her mouth.
She had to give it to the elfen - he was one peculiar person with really unusual tastes.