I was in an underground prison: the spiral stairway led up. With every step, I felt freer and freer, and more and more pain along with it. I really wanted to get out of this place, so bearing the pain wasn't a big deal.
Once I got out, I saw the capital and the palace: It was a little past morning. The prison was on the other side of the city from where we had entered. The calm breeze pressed on my skin and I witnessed the capital's beauty. No matter how I looked at it, the elven capital really was beautiful.
And so the storm passes.
I was silent. I didn't know what would have been good.
My dear bunny rabbit followed me and was now on top of my shoulders. It was lighter than I remembered. Come to think of it, I was lighter too.
My body swayed and it was hard for me to maintain my balance, but not impossible. I guess missing an arm had way more complications than just less power.
