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Ugly Truths

The chamber deep within Orthanc was cold and foreboding, torches casting ghostly shadows across the dark stone. In the center, a small and trembling figure was bound by cruel chains — Aelwynna, all but a youngling by the tender age of ten. Her bright eyes, a blend of fear and defiance, darted around the room.

“Boy!” shouted a voice, rousing the child from his nap. The warm sun and the creaking cart and the sounds of the horse had lulled him to sleep. It was a big day, for some reason, he couldn’t remember. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and stretched. He had left home with his father for something; waking up much earlier than normal.