For the first time since he had been where she
was prisoner, she spoke, a familiar voice though one he couldn’t place. Trying to contact the Centaurs not far away he swore he could see
representatives from at least 6 or 7 races. The only problem I see is the fact that many have tried over the years,
sighing she looked down, no one has even come close to releasing me, I am afraid I will be here
forever.
