Medeia's eyes fluttered open as she heard people chattered around her. Her body ached, and cold iron bit into her wrist. She sat up slowly, only to realize she was encased in a metal cage, the bars rusted but sturdy.
The air smelled of oil and damp earth hit her nose, making her creased her forehead. She glanced around, looking at the grim surroundings. The Stormclad base loomed within the Red Canyon, a fortress of steel and stone hidden beneath crimson cliffs.
The dust was flying everywhere, making Medeia cough several times. The men surrounding her immediately turned their heads to her, smiling widely as the sleeping beauty was finally awake.
"Good morning, princess." a man with a metal hand approached her. His clothes were covered in oil and dirt, so Medeia immediately backed away and held her breath.
"Eddie is right! She is a good stuff!" He shouted, "Our leader must be happy to have a new beautiful wife."
