Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges.
“You’ve come, child.”
“Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.”
“You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I have anywhere to be other than this prison.”
“I’m working on getting you out of this horrid place, grandfather. I promise I will get you out.”
He chuckled, “Five centuries of imprisonment and it still feels like yesterday when the old bat cast the spell.”