you sat in the cold, dark, damp cell. Your body donned in your broken and stained armour once a sign of pride now a sign of shame. You, the hero’s sidekick was captured and what was worse? The hero never thought of rescuing you only basking in the glory of a won battle, you told yourself that the hero maybe thought you were dead but no he knew very well yet he never came to save you, he abandoned you that thought swirled through your head as you were dragged into a throne room.