The Mind Feast

Well, I've decided to have a go at writing a bit of RuneScape based fantasy. Not sure how I'll do, but tell me what you think, whether good or bad. The story will come to you chapter by chapter, but at completely random times, so don't expect them to come late or soon! Well, here we go:

Chapter 1

The dank, rotten smell of the prison furthered Relka FrotÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s slow descent into madness. How long ago had it been since he had been captured? One... two... three hours? It felt like a lifetime to him. He wished he could escape, but getting out of a room with no windows or doors would prove rather difficult. But it couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be completely void of windows and doors, for how did he get in here?

The thought that there might be a secret door occurred to him within seconds. Desperately, he scrabbled to the wall opposite him, and proceeded to pummel his fists on the limestone bricks, but to no avail. After doing this to all four sides, he gave up and flopped to the ground, exhausted by this simple exercise. Something in this room was slowly eating away his mind, and he knew it. But what was it? Relka was certain about one thing though- there would be no escape. His eyes darted from side to side, beads of sweat rolling silently down his cheek. He wondered if his brothers and sisters were out looking for him, and if his mother was safe. For such a young boy, these were brave thoughts when his own fate was sealed. And then the thing came again.

A dark, monstrous shape appeared out of the darkness that covered the ceiling. Descending down on him with such gracefulness that certainly did not mirror its bulky body, the thing landed on the floor, and hissed at the boy. It wore a black, blood-stained hood, with a dark blue cloak that was likewise stained with blood. It had tentacles sprouting out of its sleeves instead of hands, and its feet were clad with a strange material that Relka could not identify. Then the thing threw back its hood.

Before his eternal slavery, Relka felt neither fear nor anger. He only felt a sadness that could not be described in any terms. It was the same sadness felt by so many other hundreds of people that had had their mines ate away to shreds, so that they could be bound to these creatures. The thing placed its tentacles on RelkaÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head, and slowly, the little boy who wanted to become a great fisherman like his father was ruined.

A short chapter I know, but basically a starting point. Criticism is much appreciated.