Strong Enough (4)

I kept straining my eyes at the shape to see what it was, hoping that it was not an enemy, but fearing the worst. I also was looking around trying to find another way out, but other large shapes were also converging to my spot. I did a very heroic whimper. Then one on the dark shapes spoke, "Who are you?" It asked with a slight Scottish accent. "My name is Sarah O'Malley, and I am from Ireland, who are all of you?" "I," said the dark shape, which I could now see was the outline of a woman being supported by another, "Am Grace. That is just simply my name. People used to call me Grace o' the moor. But, since I am now in this dark dungeon, I go by just Grace. These people are people who Lord Maelstrom doesn't like, or are his enemies. Our stories are long and complicate. Can we hear your story first, dear?" She asked as she slowly sank to the ground beside me. The others also sat down. "well," I started out, "It's a long story who's beginning starts about two months ago..."