I am captured.
I was snatched off from behind Gibley when Cluyjil had halted and lingered while the others plowed ahead.
Noralei had just exclaimed that she saw the enemy and was rallying everyone to the attack. In my helpless state (I was bound and gagged), all I could see were flames erupting from our dragons and coating a large snarling creature far ahead of where I was.
Then nothingness …
Until I awoke here. Wherever that is.
It is a confined space – hemmed in by stone in all directions. It is no longer cold, something to be thankful for. I still have my armor, quiver and bow, my pendants, my scroll and diary.
Surprised none of that was taken from me.
I toyed with the idea of writing to the High Fairy, asking to be summoned back, but realized that that would only happen when on the dragons. And not knowing the outcome of the assault on the creature, I did not know if my friends needed to go back or not. The best I can do for now is just wait.