The place was very filthy. The walls were covered in dirt, with infestation of ants; the clicks of cockroaches. And the smell was even more awful, and there were irons. He was still not fully awake, as only some time had passed since he fainted. He felt himself opening his eyes, and he sat up. He looked around the place, and he'd never been so disgusted. That place was last he'd considered to be in. He sighed and looked down. When he thought of lying back, he noticed the bed was even more dirtier, and the back of his tunic was fully covered in dirt. He felt like vomiting. He placed his hand on his forehead. He was sick, meaning he'd been in a trauma.
Suddenly, he tried to remember his vision when he was fainted. It was like a very bizarre vision, and it was like a nightmare. He coughed and stood, wandered around the cell, and then sat down again. In his vision, he was in a hall, very royal Hall, and there he stood in filthy clothes. There, a man tatters was yelling at him, and he was yelling and yelling until he raised his hand to strike, but he was saved by a dark and bizarre thing. His vision was concluded afterwards.
He came there to meet the shadow, but he was ambushed and was behind irons then. He looked very anxious and nervous, thinking about everything he was doing was wrong, thinking the shadow was his enemy and wanted to harm him. He could not lie or stand, so he just sat and sat. His thoughts were now paralysed, and he thought of only worse things. He didn't expect any good thing to occur. That was evident, as he'd been already harmed.
Minutes passed by, and he was very exhausted and was starving. He thought of standing and calling for help, and he did so. He slowly rose up to his feet, and then he noticed, fortunately, his boots were at least on. He walked towards the irons. He could only see a tunnel behind it, and darkness, brightened by some lanterns on walls. Looking at the lanterns, he noticed his lantern was gone along with his bag, too. If his bag was there, he wouldn't be starving. There, he gripped the irons of the cell.
"Anyone?" he called. 'Please help me! Hello?"
He was calling and calling, despite knowing that no one was gonna help him on that. He called several times, was gripping the irons more hardly, and was, eventually, very exhausted by all that, so he sat down on his bed again. He knew if no one was coming there, he would die soon enough. He needed to lie, and if he didn't, he would be even frail in all that, and he would have no strength left. He was about to lie until he felt someone coming. The footsteps were becoming louder and louder, and a man with a blade came inward the cell. He entered it carefully. Urlic stood up, and he gulped. That was a weird feeling. Was that man going to hurt him or feed him?
"Kid," that man said. "Stand up."
His voice was very low, and he looked very old, too. Urlic did as he was told. He was very frightened and was trembling. He was very nervous and couldn't outlook any of the man's movements. When he stood up, the man bound a rope around his waist and was grasping it with his right hand as he'd sheathed his blade. The man wore an armour, which was very thick, and he didn't tell anything to Ulric. He led him out of the cell by the rope, and they were in the tunnel. It was like a never-ending tunnel, but he wasn't sure. Ther was only darkness at the end of the tunnel. There were only lanterns around his cell and not around anyone else's. There were more cells. He counted while he was being led.
They were walking and walking, just changing directions, which assured Ulric that these tunnels were more narrow than he'd expected. Why were these people after Ulric? That was the thought he'd been having. One thing was clear: they looked more monsters than humans. Ulric was trembling all along the way, from this tunnel to that, and they eventually approached a staircase, leading upwards. Ulric was relieved, as darkness was only frightening him. They were walking upstairs, and Ulric noticed that light wasn't very much above either. It was like very dim and grey. He thought it could be because of the rainy weather, but he didn't even know if it was day or night. He was just doing as he was told.
They reached upstairs, and the ground became less cold. He saw the site and was very surprised. It was a long, narrow passageway, with doors and windows there. He was sure that this was a castle or like that. He couldn't resist the man. That man was muscular and more powerful, and Ulric was just a little boy. He thought if he would say a word, that man wouldn't hesitate in killing him. That was what kept him quiet. They were passing each doors and Urlic was anxious at each door because he thought they'd enter in one of these, and he'd be harmed or something. The castle was even more horrifying when they were passing the passageway. There were weird looking old hags gawking at Ulric, and weird looking old man relying on sticks and looked horrible. He knew something was very strange about that site, and he couldn't avoid that.
Eventually, after passing of many chambers, corridors, tunnels, halls, and passageways, they approached an enormous double-gate. It was so large and was touching the ceiling. It was a long, narrow corridor that led to that enormous gate, with many chandeliers that hung in the ceiling, lanterns, and red carpet down in the ground. Some guards in cloaks and hoods continued in opening the gate. When it was fully opened, they entered.
Ulric had never been so fascinated, along with fear and anxiety.