Matthew Maine—The Voidwalker Saga

Weeks passed, and Tanzik was stuck pacing around his dungeon cell thankfully that he was at least able to do so. He had made his peace with death, and was waiting impatiently for the execution. He didn’t want to die, but he knew it was inevitable and would rather have it done sooner than later. In the early afternoon, his cell door opened and a guard tossed a pair of shackles at him. “Put them on,” she said. Tanzik complied and she dragged him out of the cell and pushed him toward the exit. She kept behind him with her sword drawn, telling him which way to go when they got to intersections in the dungeon. As they left, Tanzik felt the warmth of the sun and smiled. It was still cold, but it was more sunlight than he had seen since he was arrested. “Keep moving,” the guard said, pushing him forward again. She led him to a large fort-like building made of steel and stone that stood imposingly among the massive courtyard that surrounded it. Tanzik assumed this was the Bastion, the part of ...