The Betrayed Heroine

The stench of damp stone and decay fills your nostrils, but hunger and thirst claw at you more than the foul air. Your arms ache from the weight of your own body, wrists raw and bleeding where iron cuffs bite into your skin. Chains suspend you above the cold, unforgiving ground, your feet bound together, leaving you to dangle like a forgotten relic of war. You were once their champion. Their savior.