Chapter 2: Mundane Medieval Islands 

The cries and shouts from the people belonging to the medieval islands could be heard for miles. They had been in constant celebration since the news had been announced. They just hadn't stopped dancing, partying or anything else they could do to celebrate such fantastic news. They didn't think news could get much better than this, there was no news better. This was the news they had been waiting for, for a very long time they had waited. 

They continued to celebrate on the streets at their leisure without a care in the world, you could call it the happiest celebration ever. Anyone who was an outsider would be very confused as to why these group of strange people were partying. But were they human? Most definitely not, well some of them were. But most of them were some kind of un-describable creature that would be classed as an outcast if they attended school. 

Some were positive that a human from the outside world had never dared come onto the medieval island, out of fear or common sense. But right now, one human had made it onto the medieval islands and that was why everyone was celebrating this fantastic event. They finally had the person they wanted dead most, it was such a fantastic thing...it was like a miracle for them all! 

Their master, their King, had done it. He had opened the portal to England and had brought back with him a little souvenir. Of course, the news spread like fire and the constant celebration begun. Zuc himself couldn't have been happier. Along with his vampire companion they had been as happy — if not more — as everyone else. 

However, while all these...beings were partying, there was someone very miserable on the medieval islands. She was locked up in a tower just like Rapunzel and she honestly felt like dying right there and then. She had been starved, she was un-washed and she was most definitely weak. The school outfit she had on was literally torn to pieces. Her tights were laddered, her skirt and shirt torn and her shoes were falling to pieces, just like herself. 

Her name was Lucy Snape; and she was Zuc's prisoner. 

She was a member of the gifted, she was the daughter of Severus Snape and she was Merlin's descendant. Nobody liked her or supported her on the medieval islands, she was scum to them and they couldn't wait to hear the day she was killed so they could celebrate even more. Because once Lucy was dead the whole gifted would be dead and the wizards would hold their hands up in surrender.

But right now Lucy had so many bruises and scratches over her body they were uncountable. The shackles around her wrists dug into her skin and caused even more scratched. Where she had attempted to break them open and missed she had cut her arms too. Sometimes, some kind of guard was sent up to her tower to give her a beating just for the fun of it. 

King Zuc hadn't just killed her as soon as he saw her, he was doing something much worse. He was killing her slowly. Lucy would much prefer if he walked up her tower, approached her and then stabbed her with Merlin's (or as it was supposed to be, Sebastian's) sword and ended her life. She hated all the torture she had to go through while she was locked up in the tower. But she had to stay alive for the sake of the wizarding population. 

But today, one tiny detail brightened her day and it wasn't the sun that had decided to emerge on the day. It wasn't the celebrations that had died down a little. It wasn't the fact that she hadn't had a beating today. It was the fact that it was her birthday. Her sixteenth birthday. She was sixteen years old...one of the most important birthdays to her. But just making it this far in her life was an achievement to her. 

"Happy birthday to me, I wish I were thee, I am so hungry and I haven't eaten in what feels like weeks," Lucy sighed to herself as she combed through her hair with her fingers. She wanted to make herself a little presentable on her birthday, even if it wasn't to impress anyone. She was just there to impress herself, nobody else. 

Lucy's shoulders slumped from where she was sat on her floor, she looked and felt terrible. She just hoped that the story of Rapunzel came true, where her knight in shining armour (how ironic, considering where she was) came along and asked her to let down her hair. She would do it without hesitation, but unfortunately her waist length hair wasn't long enough to reach the surface below in her tower. She'd just have to convince her knight in shining armour to try and find a way into the tower and rescue her. Unless they wanted to kill her, of course, because all knights from the medieval islands wanted her dead. 

It was pretty hard to get in and out of the tower anyway. You had to get past guards, jump across small ledges that would break and throw you down into the pit below if you were not careful, avoid getting hit by all kinds of weapons thrown at you by guards, avoid trapdoors and goodness knows what else was down there. 

Lucy couldn't remember much of what was down there in the tower as a bunch of guards had dragged her up to the top of the tower after Zuc had returned to his mansion. He obviously didn't want to do the honour of taking Lucy all the way up to the tallest tower in the medieval islands.

But the one thing that stuck out in Lucy's mind as she was taken up to the top of the tower was something that really scared her. She had to prevent herself from screaming when she saw it (well she just stopped momentarily as they took her past this as she had been screaming for the guards to let her go all the way.) 

The one thing that she remembered more than anything was the huge dragon on one floor of the tower. 

It was so terrifying, it was like the Welsh Scaleback she fought in the tri-wizard tournament. Whether it was a Welsh Scaleback she had no idea, she was too in shock to notice what kind of breed the dragon was. She didn't really care what breed it was, it was a bloody great big dragon; that's what it was. 

Suddenly, just as Lucy had finished combing her hair, she heard a massive roar coming from the dragons mouth from downstairs. It was so clear from where she was high up in the tower it was like she was standing right next to it. Lucy winced as the whole tower shook. 

Some days she wished the tower would fall down after the dragon threw a tantrum and Lucy would be free. She'd wiggle free of all the debris from the tower and then run for victory. She would run down the medieval islands streets as the guards chased her, but she'd just laugh. She would be free from them. Then she'd run down more streets and — 

How exactly was she going to get out? 

How would she open the portal to England? How exactly did Zuc open these portals at will anyway? She had to find out if she wanted to go home. She needed a plan before she made her way out of the medieval islands. 

"Oi!" A guard yelled as he walked the final steps up to the tower, he saw Lucy sitting there miserably through the gate. He then opened the door with a key carrying something. Lucy wanted to get up and run away but she felt too weak, and her chains wouldn't her allow her to reach the door. "Here you are, you filthy animal." 

He slid a plate of food across the floor to her and she reached out to it weakly, she peered inside and saw a loaf of bread. It had mould growing on some parts of it, but she could easily tear it off and eat it. It would be the first she'd have eaten in weeks. She quickly began tearing the mould off and when it was all gone she ate it quickly. She felt so much better for eating some food. 

"King Zuc wishes to speak to you today," the guard stuck his nose in the air in a way that told Lucy she really did stink. "He's asked us to make you look..." he paused mid sentence and looked her up and down. "Presentable." 

"Good, I'm glad you're finally going to let me use your hospitality," Lucy glared at him. 

"Don't speak to me like that!" The guard roared and kicked her in the ribs. "How dare you! You're nothing but scum to us, Lucy Snape!" 

"Right back at you, ugly." 

He kicked her in the ribs again. "Shut up, you un-grateful creature!" He grabbed hold of her shoulder and pulled her up. "Now, come on!"  

He walked over to the back wall where Lucy's chains were held and un-did them with some sort of dark magic...had Kingston been teaching magic to these people? Lucy would never know. The guard took hold of the chains and held them tightly, he then proceeded to take her to a room next door to her prison cell. As soon as they were inside, he closed the door and then handed her chains to a woman; she felt like a dog. 

"Oh what a pleasure," the woman said, her lip curling. She had greasy dark brown hair with a greasy face to match, there were lines all over her face and she looked like your stereotypical witch complete with hat and broom...Lucy was glad she wasn't represented this way. "I'll be the one to...groom Merlin's descendant then." 

"That you will be, ma'am," the guard nodded with a smile. "I'd watch out though, she's a bit violent." 

"Not with me she won't be," the woman announced firmly. She sat Lucy down and tied her chains around the chair. Lucy thought this could be an easy getaway until she discovered the chair was practically glued to the floor. 

"Call me when you're finished, I and a group of guards shall be escorting her to King Zuc's castle," the guard bowed to the woman then left swiftly. He locked the door behind him for safe measure. 

"Well, deary, aren't you quite the character?" The woman laughed as she took a lock of Lucy's hair and admired it. "Beautiful long hair...I could just — " the woman made a swift motion with her hands over the lock of Lucy's hair she was holding. "Cut this off and sell it in the market, make a fortune for it." 

"Zuc wants me to look presentable remember," Lucy pointed out with a sneer; she didn't have time for someone to tell her hair was worth a fortune in a silly little market. 

The woman let go of Lucy's hair in defeat, but frowned. "That's King Zuc to you." 

"I don't care if he's the closest thing to God, I'll spit at his feet." 

The woman placed a hand against her chest dramatically and gasped. "Never say such a thing in my presence again! King Zuc is the best King we've ever had! He's very kind to us and you should never disrespect him in that way!" 

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Just brush my hair." 

Lucy sat impatiently in the chair she was chained to as the woman brushed her hair without taking care of it at all, but that was just the start of the torture. Next she was made to get into the shower, the woman would yell insults at her from outside the shower curtain as Lucy tried desperately to rid her body of all the dirt and blood inflicted from where she had been beaten. 

Then she had her hair brushed again for the fun of it (after she had been tied up in the chair again of course), but not before she had her school uniform back on which the woman had just simply washed. Lucy felt much better but would have rather stayed in her little prison rather than this because whenever Lucy so much as breathed the woman would hit her across the face. 

"She's ready!" The woman called in a sing song voice and the guard who had brought her here was back in just under a minute. He opened up the door again with the key and stepped inside. The woman handed the guard Lucy's chains (Lucy just felt like barking to add to the effect) and smiled, showing her lack of teeth, the one's that were there were rotten. 

"Did you have any trouble with her?" The guard asked sternly. 

"I did but I soon put her straight, I won't have a girl like that messing me around. I suspect it's bad parenting from her father, I've heard about that nasty man. What was his name? Severus Snape, that was it. Horrible man." 

"SHUT UP!" Lucy yelled. The guard and the woman stared at her in complete shock. "Don't say a word against my father!" 

"WE'LL SAY WHAT WE LIKE!" The woman shrieked and hit her, in the next minute she had a nose bleed. 

"That's going to make me look nice for Zuc now, isn't it?" Lucy muttered sarcastically. 

The guard sneered at her. "He'll like to see you like that...he'll see we've been treating you well." 

Lucy scoffed as the guard led her out of the room, there she saw a group of guards who would have the honour of taking her out of her tower and down to Zuc's castle. They all looked at her as if she was dirt through their helmets but she didn't care, she had gotten used to being stared at like she was some diseased animal through the summer. 

So the guards walked her down the many levels of the tower, each one held it's own little terror in which Lucy could feel herself plotting an escape route from each one. She could literally see herself drawing an escape route on the cold stone walls in her prison cell upstairs and then she would memorise it and follow it, then she would have her freedom. But she still didn't know how she would find her way to the portal...

Suddenly she felt the chains around her wrist dig into her more. "This way, you stupid girl," one of the guards, who had the honour of holding one of her chains, barked at her. Lucy grunted something at the guard but he couldn't hear through his helmet, and so they walked on. 

When they made it outside, however, Lucy immediately wished she was back inside. There on the streets was a huddle of people trying to attack Lucy. But there were too many guards to get to her, which she was grateful for. But it was kind of nerve wracking having people trying to get to you while you were being led to even more torture...the whole place was full of torture to Lucy. 

"Move out of the way!" One of the guards yelled at the swarm of people. "You'll make King Zuc un-happy if she's late!" 

"Shift!" 

"Go on! Scram!" 

Lucy tuned out their words as she shuffled slowly forward in the middle of the guards, it was as though they were trying to protect her...only for Zuc's sake. Why he wanted her looking presentable she'd never know, she was nothing to him and he was even less to her. 

They walked slowly onwards because of all the eager on lookers who had abandoned their celebrations just to shout insults at Merlin's descendant. They seemed to find it very amusing even though the girl wasn't listening to what they were saying, all she did was stare at the ground with a blank expression as she walked slowly forward. 

It felt like they'd been walking slowly forward for hours until they had stopped; they were outside Zuc's castle...and that's when more guards appeared. 

The shackles on Lucy's wrists were tightened, there were some even fastened to her ankles now. She also had two guards either side of her (not to mention the ones holding the chains that attached to her wrists and ankles) holding two spears pointed at her neck. 

"One slip up and we'll kill you," one of the men holding a spear to her throat growled. Lucy nodded once, still staring ahead. 

The vast doors to Zuc's castle opened and the group of guards as well as Lucy walked inside. They moved slowly to make sure they all moved at the right time to ensure that all security was kept under control. Lucy still stared at the floor miserably, she couldn't be bothered to pay anyone attention. 

Then they all stood still. 

The sound of two people stepping into the room could be heard and Lucy shut her eyes, she knew who they were and she didn't want to see them. She didn't need to see them, they were no worth to her. They had just kept her hostage for the fun of it and were now inviting her into this vast castle that she would take down brick by brick with her own bare hands if she could. 

"Welcome," a powerful, strong voice announced. It obviously belonged to a male and all the power behind it was all too threatening. It was like a dog that looked really friendly on the outside but on the inside was vicious and was ready to bite your hand off. The next word that the person uttered made her shiver. "Lucy..." 

Lucy didn't reply. She just stood there in silence as she waited for the hell to end with her eyes closed. In the next minute a guard kicked her in the shin and she opened her eyes in surprise, she then saw the two men standing before her. 

Joshua Kingston and King Zuc. 

They both wore suits, it was though that was their trademark now; suits. When you thought of Voldemort you would think of dark magic but with Zuc it was a suit and that was it. Kingston wore a smug smile on his face but Zuc's face was more...inviting? It was as though he'd treat you well for a while and then stab you in the back while you weren't paying attention. 

"What do you want from me, you heartless — " what Lucy called Zuc had caused the guards wrestle her to the floor and begin violently beating her, she didn't scream though, she didn't have any energy for that. 

"Now, now, let the girl go, there is no need for this," Zuc announced holding up a hand. The guards slowly backed away from Lucy, dropping her chains but still on alert. "She only called me a silly name, it means nothing. It's just empty words to me." 

"I mean what I say," Lucy spat, still not looking at Zuc. She wiped away the blood from her nose and avoided the pain in her leg where she had been jabbed with the spear. 

"Such a big sign of braveness...having being beaten for weeks you still look strong. You surely must have inherited your fathers bravery." 

The whole place erupted in laughter, the only person who didn't laugh was Lucy...instead she looked at Zuc. Her face still blank though. She really hated Zuc with every fibre of her being and would do anything to stab him. 

"Shut up about my father," Lucy demanded. 

"Why so angry?" Kingston taunted. 

"Now, now, Kingston. Treat our guest nicely," Zuc ordered. 

Lucy rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to see him ever again and I don't wish to think about him, thank you very much." 

It was true. Lucy believed that she would never see her father again and she didn't want to think about him. The simple reason being that she loved him and didn't want to have anything weighing her down while she was executed. She couldn't wait for her head to become a decoration on Zuc's wall... 

"As you so wish," Zuc nodded. "It's strange though, I just commented on your bravery but now I'm having second thoughts...you think you'll never see your father again? Well, well, it appears that you have no hope."

"Don't fool yourself, Zuc, she's not going to get out of here," Kingston laughed.

"Well we both know that, Kingston," Zuc mused in a low voice. He then turned to the guards. They were immediately on their toes, waiting to strike Lucy again, but what Zuc said made their shoulders slump. "Release her from those chains please." 

Two guards stepped forward and un-did the shackles on her wrists and ankles before making her step forward towards Zuc. Lucy looked up at Zuc, still with her blank expression, yet said nothing. She had nothing to say to him. 

"Come," Zuc gestured to the door behind him. "Let us walk to the drawing room." 

And so Lucy was led to one of Zuc's drawing rooms...without the guards. There was only Zuc and Kingston there, but Lucy didn't think it would be too hard to fight off a small girl when you were practically seven feet tall and had so much muscle...

"Oh please, sit down," Zuc ordered as Lucy awkwardly walked into the drawing room. She didn't like Zuc and just wished she could go back to her tower so she could plot her escape route with a piece of chalk, drawing it on the wall at her leisure.

Lucy gingerly sat down, this was a big disastor waiting to happen. Either Zuc would stab her now (the nicest option) or give her a nice long talk and then stab her (still a nice option) or interrogate her, get Kingston to torture her and leave her with terrible memories (not a nice option).

"Wine?" Zuc asked as he held up a bottle. Lucy shook her head, it reminded her too much of her father... "Anything at all? Champagne? No?"

Lucy felt ill, she knew Zuc was trying to make her drink to poison her or make her so drunk she'd spill all the secrets there was about the orb and the gifted. She knew Zuc too well so she could avoid foolish behaviour. She would never accept refreshments in Zuc's castle, never.

"I'm fine, really," Lucy protested holding up a hand.

"Oh really? You seem to have lost a lot of weight since you were brought here...so tragic. I told my guards to specifically treat you well," he took one of Lucy's hands and admired not even a fraction of the scars she had to offer.

"Don't touch me," Lucy ordered firmly, Zuc dropped her hand and held his hands up in defense.

"I mean no harm," Zuc laughed.

"Just cut to the chase, what do you want from me?"

"I want to know a lot of things about you, I want to know where you keep that precious orb..."

"You had it at the start of summer but then you dropped it and went through your portal...besides, I'm not even going to tell you any secrets; I'll take them to my grave."

"I mean no harm," Zuc repeated, Lucy wouldn't be fed lies though...she refused point blank to be fed lies by Zuc. 

"Stop saying that, it's a child's answer." 

"I think you better take a look in a mirror sometimes," Kingston spat as he sat down; he didn't want scum like Lucy in Zuc's castle.

"Shut up, talk and kill method," Lucy growled at him, Kingston fell silent. Lucy shuffled in her seat and looked everywhere but at Kingston and Zuc; she had no time for them. 

She studied the vast room which had books along the walls, Lucy guessed they were just for decoration and were never to be read. She then admired all the different objects there were around the room, it looked so cluttered yet so neat. The room could be an authors dream all in one... 

But then Lucy froze. 

There, on the wall, was what had been stolen from her last year. It was set in a glass case on top of the highest bookshelf which even Zuc would have trouble reaching even if he jumped. Lucy's eyes were fixated on it...Merlin's sword. 

"Do you like my sword?" Zuc asked when he saw Lucy admiring the sword. 

"That's mine," Lucy growled, still staring at the sword, she didn't move a muscle; she didn't even blink. 

Zuc laughed a cruel laugh, finally he was showing his true side."Technically it is Sebastian's sword, not yours." 

"I found it...and it is mine." 

In the next moment, Lucy had leaped out of her seat and had began climbing the bookcase to try and get the sword. She tore books out of the bookshelf to make an easier grip for her on the bookshelf as Kingston started to fire spells at her, Zuc stood there motionless with a smile plastered on his face. He knew Lucy would never make it to the top. 

"COME BACK HERE, LUCY SNAPE!" Kingston screamed as he began climbing the bookshelf to try and catch up with Lucy as firing spells wasn't working.

"IN YOUR DREAMS!" Lucy screamed back and kicked a book off of the shelf with her foot, it successfully landed on Kingston's face causing him to fall off of the bookshelf.  

"Leave her, Kingston," Zuc ordered as he stopped Kingston from climbing the shelf again. "If she can get to the sword I think she deserves it."

"What — ?" Kingston began but Zuc cut him off. 

"Just wait..." Zuc gave a small smile aimed at his vampire companion, Kingston gave him a confused look but took his word for it. 

Lucy frantically climbed up the vast bookshelf just to get to Merlin's sword; she was determined to get hold of it because Martyn McGuire had stolen what was rightfully hers. That sword was hers because she had found it in the hidden room in which Fred and George Weasley had showed her. Lucy gulped. 

She had broken up with Fred at the end of her fifth year after she had discovered he was cheating on her with Angelina Johnson. Lucy still didn't know if it was her fault more than Fred's...she hadn't meant to ignore him because of the press, she really wished to know what she had done wrong — 

Wham! 

Lucy hit a strong force as she made it to the top of the shelf. She groaned but didn't give up hope, she slammed her body against the force and she felt it weaken. She repeated the exercise a few more times before the force was completely broken. She then climbed up onto the very top of the bookshelf. 

"Impossible..." Zuc whispered. 

"I told you! I told you! Let me get her!" Kingston jumped up and down, he was a dog waiting to be let off of his leash to grab hold of Lucy. 

Zuc nodded as he continued to stare up at Lucy. "Very well, as you so wish." 

Kingston smiled in satisfaction because he had got his way. He then ran and jumped up on the bookcase, he extended his claws to make it easier to grip the bookcase and so making it quicker to get up to the top. 

Lucy glanced down the bookshelf and saw Kingston climbing up it, she gasped then quickly turned back to the sword. She reached forward towards the sword...it was hers, like Zuc had said it was if she reached it. Lucy couldn't believe her luck, the sword was almost in her hands when two things happened all at once. 

"Got you!" Kingston screamed and grabbed hold of her just as her hand skimmed the other force that was in front of the glass case and protected the sword even more. It sent an alarm off and also sent a group of guards running in to the drawing room. 

"I think we have no business with Miss Snape if she's trying to steal our sword. What do you think, my friend?" Zuc asked Kingston from below. 

Kingston jabbed his claws into Lucy's arms with a lot of force before replying to Zuc. "We definitely have no business with her! She deserves to be locked away for a lot longer than she has been! The next time she'll be out of there is when we execute her!" 

Lucy ignored the damage that Kingston's claws had done to her and growled at him. "Then why did you want to speak to me anyway?!" 

"Because we wanted to know the location of the orb! But it appears you aren't going to give us any information, you stubborn little girl!" Kingston threw her off the edge of the bookcase, she landed on the floor with a thud and swore she broke something... 

"Guards, if you would take her back to her tower I would be most grateful," Zuc announced as Lucy suddenly felt a pair of arms pick her up with no care. "We have nothing else to say to her now, except that her execution date will be very near to now...it'll give my subjects something else to celebrate." 

"Yes, my mighty," the guards bowed in sync making Lucy want to vomit. 

The group of guards put the shackles back on her wrists and hauled her back up to her tower where she didn't even notice the angry dragon throwing a tantrum as they passed. She didn't even notice when the guards threw her back in her prison cell and one of them kicked her in the ribs again. She didn't notice anything really...apart from the fact she would be executed soon, no doubt publicly. 

"I'm going home," Lucy whispered to herself in determination. She weakly stood up and grabbed a nearby piece of chalk which had been accidentally left there. She then pressed a hand against the wall and began drawing her escape route on the stone walls...some of it didn't even make sense.

"I'm going home..." was what Lucy kept repeating to herself. "I'm going home...I'm going home...I'm going home..." 

But after a while 'I'm going home' turned into 'I want to go home' which turned into 'I'm trying to go home' which eventually turned into 'I can't go home.' She also found that her plan looked pathetic and there was no more room on the walls for a new one...she couldn't wash the chalk off of the wall either. Besides, even if she could wash the chalk off of the walls, she had no chalk left to write a new plan. 

This was it, she was going to die on the medieval islands and her dad would never see her again. Her father would never see her grow up, he would not see anymore of her apart from in photographs.

'He must be drinking himself to death...' Lucy thought to herself miserably, she didn't want him to do that...she wanted him to get on with his life. She wanted him to be friends with Jessica and she could stay with him and look after him. 

Lucy looked through the metal gate that sealed her into the prison cell. If she got much thinner she'd be able to squeeze through that and break free...but how would she break the shackles? She didn't have her wand on her and she couldn't exactly bite her way through the chains. And even if she did break her shackles and squeeze through the gate, she'd have the guards to get past...and the dragon...and everything else...

"Hopeless..." she muttered to herself and faced the corner miserably. She would just have to accept the fact that she was going to die on the medieval islands and she'd never see her father again because Zuc was going to kill her before hand. There was no way she was going to get out, even if she did have her wand on her... 

"Alright, lets go," one of the guards said to his companions from outside, he was presumably the leader and was the one that gave her a kick most often. "Get the one's who are on the next shift up here, they can kick the girl while we're gone." 

"Yes sir," another guard replied to the first. He scurried down the steps, his footsteps became quieter and quieter before they were nothing. Lucy didn't bother turning around because she'd watched this happen every day, it was nothing special but had been the most eventful part of her previous days in her tower. 

But after half an hour, the head guard seemed to be getting pretty agitated. It usually only took the guard to get the other guards who were on the next shift only fifteen minutes. Lucy heard him growl from outside and was tempted to turn around but she couldn't be bothered. 

"Where is he?!" The head guard snapped. "He should be here with the others by now!" 

"Maybe he had to calm the dragon, sir," one guard suggested. "After all, it did look a bit agitated earlier." 

"Good point," the head guard agreed. "I think he'll need my help though, you keep watch while I'm gone." 

But then an unfamiliar voice shot through the darkness towards Lucy's ears. "Oh you won't need to do that...he's already the dragons feast." 

"Who are you?" The head guard ordered. 

The unfamiliar voice didn't say anything for a minute before replying. "Your mother." 

There was the sound of someone punching the other and Lucy spun around in shock, she had to know who was out there. Maybe it was a new guard who had been sent to scare her? Lucy watched as the unfamiliar person who she couldn't see the face of yet knocked out every guard in sight. The person took them all out with spells and goodness knows what else, it was quite amusing to watch. 

But when all the guards were knocked out, the person stood in front of Lucy's prison cell. Lucy couldn't see their face as there were too many shadows casting over the person's face making them look eerie. 

Lucy stood up and walked as far as her chains would allow. "Who are you?!" She demanded but all she got in reply with an amused little laugh. 

"I'm here to get you out of here."