All would hail, Luna Aria Jones

**Aria's POV**

The sound of the bell echoed again for the second time, breaking the code of silence that enveloped the entire dungeon.

I watched as, from cell to cell, everyone else prickled as all stood and walked closer to the cell with their fingers curling round the metal bars of the cell.

I could sense the shiver and fear, I could hear footsteps from afar off.

Including mine, mine was far much worse than theirs.

My ear picked the approaching footsteps of someone walking down into the dungeon before making a big noise about his appearance.

We listened as the heavy keys jingled in melodious irritating noise, step after step whistling a known ballad.

I loved ballads, but don't blame me when I say he made it sound so terrible in his off-key and croaky voice.

His voice made it sound so awful and terrible to listen to, it made me want to shut my ears.

I realized that when he tried to sing what he had been whistling loud enough for more than the prisoners ears.

He got to the first cell