As Felix pushed the cart from the kitchen to the dungeons, he thought about Cillia. Despite her being a giant naga, she acted like any normal five year old child would. Sure she had some personalities of a Felaryan naga, but all and all, her mind was quite human like, at least human enough for Felix to understand and relate to it. A few weeks had past and thanks to Felix having to go feed her three times a day; they had gotten to know each other very well.

Often times, Cillia talked about her mother and as well as Cillia's life in Felarya. She had described her mother as a beautiful and caring mother. However, Felix knew her mother wouldn't be as caring to him as she was with her daughter. Felix was human, after all, and could easily be part of Cillia's mother's diet. It was clear that Cillia missed her mother dearly and she'd cry sometimes when she mentioned her. Felix chivalrously was there to comfort Cillia when this happened.

She also described her home and its beauty. Felix couldn't remember anything past the walls of the castle and loved to here about the environment and imaging its beauty, even if it was a land full of dangerous predators that wouldn't hesitate to eat a human. Cillia even told him how her mother taught her to hunt and told her how she would have to hunt when she was bigger. Cillia still wasn't as good as he mother, but she was decent enough to catch smaller creatures. Felix knew that Cillia would be very useful in hunting if they ever found a way to escape together.

In the weeks they were together, Cillia began to truly see Felix as a big brother, despite the fact she could pick him up quite easily. She looked to him for guidance and respected him as a brother. Felix began seeing Cillia as a little sister as well. He didn't remember ever having a family and he felt relieved to finally call someone part of his family, even if they weren't related by blood and even if the person was a giant naga.

During those weeks, Cillia was having growth spurts. Her body was having them so that she would become the height of a five year old giant naga. She was one of the more gigantic species of nagas that averaged to be about 120 feet tall from head to ground. So, when the growth spurts stopped, she would become about 50 feet tall and then continue to grow normally. Cillia had been growing to about that height. Cillia hadn't reached that height just yet and didn't have problems seeing Felix as a person, because not only was he not prey because of their friendship, but also because he wasn't small enough to swallow whole. However, when she would reach that fifty foot Felix would seem like he would be less than six inches compared to her. Oddly, as she grew, the cuffs around her neck, waist, and wrists never broke. They seemed to grow with her body, as if magically enhanced.

Felix was getting closer to approaching Cillia's cell. He knew Cillia would be waiting for her dinner and be waiting to be able to talk with him since he could stay with her longer at nights. He trusted Cillia and he knew that it was finally time to try and figure out an escape plan with her. He knew that he could trust her and be able to escape with her and still be safe with her. However, he still had to figure out a plan. Maybe Cillia could have some insight on the matter. She was a very bright child for being only five years of age.

Felix reached the cell and the guard opened the door for him. Felix pushed the cart through and the guard closed the door behind him. Cillia was as close to him as her chains would allow her. She was lying down on her stomach with her tail coiled up, forming a bed for her upper body to rest upon. She had heard the door and was slowly waking from her nap. Sometimes, Cillia napped. She needed to rest at time, especially the days Lord William's men tried to tame her. "Hi, Felix," Cillia greeted as she yawned.

"Good evening, Cillia," Felix replied as he started pushing the cart towards her. He noticed that Cillia must have had a growth spurt, because she was bigger than she was the last time he had met her. He didn't know that it was her last growth spurt and she was fifty feet tall from the ground up!

When Felix was close enough, Cilla reached her hand out to him. She wrapped her fingers around him and picked him up to her face as her chin continued to rest on her coils. Felix had gotten used to Cillia picking him up. She did it quite often and now it was easy enough and she was big enough to pick him up in one hand. Cillia stood her upper body upright and hugged Felix by gently pressing his body against her stomach.

In the middle of her hug, her stomach growled and Cillia giggled, "I'm really hungry. You always come just in time."

Cillia placed her palm upwards so that Felix could sit on it. Cillia reached down to the cart and ate all the food and drink all the water from it. When she was finished, she noticed how small Felix looked in her palm. He was small, small enough to swallow whole, well for a naga anyway.

Suddenly, she remembered her mother's words and her detailed descriptions of swallowing humans whole. The way her mother had described it made it sound so wonderful and good. Humans were supposed to be the second most delicious creatures, elves being number one. She was now big enough to swallow a human whole and there was a human in her hand. She was increasingly becoming tempted to eat Felix, especially since she was still a little hungry.

She must have been giving Felix a strange look, because Felix looked worried and nervously questioned, "Cillia, what's wrong?"