The only underground I know of is the underground training area for the knights of this kingdom. I never knew the way to the dungeons, nor did I wish to see it with my own eyes.
Unfortunately, the day came where I must.
My skin crawls as we reach the long, eerie passageway after going down the flights of stairs. The way forward is dark, with only some of the torches lit. I hug my arms together, keeping my eyes on my father while I clear my mind out of unwarranted conclusions.
As we begin walking, I sweep my surroundings with my eyes, observing the large bricked walls and wet floor. The sound of moaning and air mixes, and they come from further beyond us. We're approaching them.
There's a strong smell of cigarettes, metal, and burnt wood. I don't know where it is coming from, but the foul smell only becomes more potent when we walk deeper inside the unending hallway.
