The first thing the frostalf noticed was that his lungs were burning. The second thing he noticed was that he could not move either his legs or his arms. He was chained to a wall.

"Ah, so you're finnally awake, " a stubby man mumbled.

Painfully turning his head to examine his surroundings, he noticed there was not much in the room. The walls were made of cut stone, and the one window was high above him, with light trickling down, bouncing off the dust that seemlingly was everywhere.

"Who are you?" the stubby man barked.

The frostalf shook his head. He did'nt know.

"Ah, a challenge I see," said the stubby man, as he turned around and walked out of the room.

Several minutes passed, and when the man returned he had a whip in his hands. Cracking it against the wall, the man spoke up again, "Who are you, where are you from?"

Silence.

The stubby man brought his arm back, and then snapped it forward; the whip cracked against the Frostalfs skin, sending him into writhing pain.

Again retracting his arm for another blow, the frostalf noticed somthing out of place. No sooner then he did, the stubby man fell off to the side, and a small blue creature came out of seemingly nowhere with blade in hand.

"We must hurry, " was all the blue creature said, as it began to remove the chains from the frostalf.

Another being came out of hiding, this time looking much taller and fair skinned as his captors were. He looked up at the Frostalf and asked, "Can you walk?"

Nodding, the frostalf slowly took a step forward, then another, carefully regaining his balance.

"Good, now come! Quickly!" the fair skinned shadow fighter whispered.

A third warrior came out of hiding, this time shorter, "Ach, we ready to geet out of 'ere? This the one?"

The other two nodded, and with a waving of his hands, the short warrior cast a great spell, whisking them far away from the city.