It was winter again, a year had passed. Acheron, now taller than before, was shackled and kept inside a cell.
The last thing she remembered was that the elves kidnapped her, took her from one hell and put her into another one, though not as bad as the previous one.
The elven healers healed her body, and they at least gave her food albeit after a few days, but she didn't mind.
She was nothing but a captive they took in to have an advantage over the humans. The grudge between the two races was a long one, both hated each other and wanted to up one another all the time.
But they too treated her life as a "thing", not a human. The cell had little light, water dripped down from the roof and rats scurried all around her.
It had been about four days since she was last given food, her stomach. She was thirsty as well but that issue was resolved by the water that dripped from the roof.
She opened her mouth and tilted her head backwards and let the slow drops of water into her mouth.
