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( this is going to be lame D: )

Judith had been interrogated countless times over the past week and was beaten when she wouldn't answer. Even if she didn't know the answer to a question they asked she was beaten. It didn't matter how much she explained to them that she didn't know a damn thing, they assumed that she was lying. Well, one of them believed her when she said that she didn't know anything. Though he kept that to himself. Judith really didn't know why she had been taken captive other than because she must be the key to something. She had heard some guards speaking about her though she could not make out what they were saying. Something about the Light Elves having what they wanted. Every time she asked why she was being held captive she received a beaten. Eventually she listened to them and kept her mouth shut, she gave up on every getting an answer from any of them.


Bryon had been tense for the entire week, he was trying to figure out some way to bring back Judith safety. If Rhyldrin failed then he didn't know what he would do. Though he had faith in Rhyldrin and believed that he could successfully get Judith back. He could always return the necklace but something inside of him that that couldn't be a possibility. He wasn't too sure why his father had stolen it really. Why was it so important? Then again his father was a selfish, greedy bastard and would think of any excuse to take something that he didn't have. Though if the Dragon Folk were making such a fuss about it then it wasn't just a necklace. There was something to it that he wasn't quite aware of yet.

A guard entered Bryon's room, he seemed nervous as he approached the king at his desk. Bryon looked up at him alarmed by his sudden presence. He had been so lost in thought that he had not even heard his doors open. "What is it?" he asked the guard, the man brought himself in front of Bryon's desk. He held something in his hand, it appeared to be a package. "Sir this came for you," he said then held the package out for Bryon to take it. "What is it?" Bryon shifted the package in his hands trying to figure out what was inside. "I don't know sir, but there was a letter attached to it and it's writing in some foreign language..." Bryon looked up from the package, was this from the Dragon Folk?

Bryon looked back at the package that rested in his hands, he felt uneasy. What the hell could be in this? He reluctantly tore open one of the sides then tipped it allowing what was inside to fall on to his desk. "What the hell?" he said aloud. The guard looked out of simple curiously though looked up when the king brought his eyes to him. Though Bryon didn't speak he didn't know what to say. It was a red lock of hair.