"Wait for mother, Cynthia. I will make sure that we'll make everyone pay for the things they've done to you once I get out of this hell," she whispered to the wind.
'Mom,' Cynthia used a mind link to call her sleeping mother inside the cell.
Adelia was awakened upon hearing her daughter's voice. She could barely open her eyes. A year living inside a silver prison cell was nothing for her. But a decade and a half of living in it was enough to make her body weak. And she didn't know if she could still survive after another decade here again.
'Mom,' Cynthia called her once again.
'What are you doing here, Cynthia?' Adelia asked. She did her best to stand up and walk towards the prison cell bars where her daughter was.
Cynthia gripped a bar, forgetting that the material used for that was harmful to them. "Ah!" She groaned in pain and then pulled her hand back.
'Careful,' Adelia reminded. Tears pooled her eyes immediately after seeing her daughter through the torch, Cynthia was holding.
She was used to the darkness inside. The only light source in the place was the ray of the sun that would enter the small hole on the dungeon's roof during the day.