C30 Scars

The pitter patter of light feet could be clearly heard in the dark end of Tartarus. Selene is bound with shackles from the wall, her platinum locks matted with dirt and her eyes clenched shut, if it isn't for the iron chains holding her she would have fell a long time ago.

Her body is swaying with exhaustion. The feet stopped in front of the moon goddess.

"Selene" the voice is calm