Bound by Silver

The air around Nolan was so frigid that he shivered against the cold. The brittle dirt was rubbing into his damp skin and wounds, the stench of his own blood filling his nostrils and the scorching sensation searing through his scar. He opened his once bright blue eyes that were now dark and held so much pain. He looked around the dank and musty place, which he could only figure out as a dungeon.