Xavier sat quietly in the dungeon cell, still fuming from the events that brought him here. It had been a few days. He thought that he wouldn't spend more than a day.
Did his father not know that he was locked up?
The thought sent a spark of anger through him. His father, the great Elder Thomas, always so quick to defend his family's honor, yet seemingly oblivious to his own son's plight.
He stood up and strode to the iron gate, trying to see beyond, but no one was in sight.
"Hey! Anyone there?" His voice rang off the walls, echoing in reply. He'd tried to get a hold of the dungeon guards to pass a message to his father, but they seemed to be avoiding him.
The silence was oppressive, and Xavier's frustration grew with each passing moment. He paced back and forth in his cell, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.
