How could one stay sane, buried beneath the dark as he was? Buried beneath the chains, beneath the eye of a man without a heart, without even a mind to care, the first of the charges of the endless cells where days have been tailored into starless nights.
What would it have felt like? What would it have been to endure? To be dragged by golden chains into colorless cells, to be thrown down those stones, to feel the cold of the bars and the aurum and the shackles coiled around your limbs, around your mind. What would it have felt like to be forgotten, encased beneath the dark where shadows rust and old kings decay? What would it have felt like to drown in the Dark Cells, without even iron to reflect your cry, without even a single soul to remember you?
What would it have felt like, to be the first charge of the Shadows?
