Pietre interrupted Darra, “But…how come some of you are here? Did you manage to escape from Schinda when she held you as prisoners?!” Darra continued his narration half amused at how interested Pietre had become. “A few of us had escaped from the prison. Schinda did not know of the powers possessed by the wizards and witches. The escape was one of the dreadful attempts we undertook. It still sends shivers down my spine to think of it.” Darra paused; Pietre thought she saw some tears rushing up the corner of Darra’s worn out eyes.
“We were held prisoners for over a week, and could not go through the torments we were subjected too. My father Fruma was considered as the greatest wizard of all ages. Soon the creatures began to seek his help for rescuing them. These creatures whom you see now and I were locked up in the same cellar with my father.
We planned for our escape day and night. My father could not perform magic with goblins guarding our cellar. We could not find means to escape from the prison. It was in one of the forest dungeons created by the dwarves. Schinda made sure that the dungeon was guarded by goblins, dragons spewing fire endlessly, giants and trolls. Fortunately, Schinda changed the guards of our particular cellar from goblins to trolls. She had some matters of importance to discuss with goblins and this seemed as an endless luck bestowed upon us, as you know that trolls are the most foolish creatures in existence. My father informed the cell inmates that since the prison was heavily guarded it would not be possible to save the inmates in other cellar and he could only save his companions who were locked up in the same cellar as him, such that we could escape to continue the heritage of brookeyn forest, and plan on the downfall of Schinda”.
