As the day wears on my feet become numb, the blisters that had
risen burst from what feels like hours of walking and yet I walk on
for threat of being carried the rest of the day by Alex. After what
seemed like a five days of walking Alex deems that we have gone far
enough into the twisting, green forest and that where we stand, at
the base of a dreary looking cave will be tonight’s camp. As
I stare at the hard ground contemplating whether I should just
sleep outside no matter what Alex says, but I decide that it is
probably best to try to stay on his good side for now because if
this gets ugly it should be easier to escape if he trusts
me.
Later when I join the men around the campfire I finally gain
the courage to ask why the wanted to find me in the first place?
“We need your help, others have tried but they all failed and
if we go in they will know that it is us and know what we are there
for but with you, you could take them all out and still be able to
get him and get out”, replies Alex. “What are you talking about?” I ask completely and
utterly confused. “We need you to get someone important back for
us”. “Yeah I picked up on that”. “Well, he’s kind of, in the dungeon, in King
Drake’s castle”. They all seem to freeze waiting for my
response. “Are you all stupid or is it a contagious disease,
could I catch it!” I reply about ten seconds later. “I knew it she can’t do it, why do we even
try”, Alex says despair clear in his broken voice. “I
didn’t say I wouldn’t try but first I need to know who
is in that dungeon”. “So you, will do it?” the boy’s all say in
synchronisation “Once I know who is in the dungeon that I need to
get” “Oh, well that’s easy Prince Denvan” Jet says
relief in evident in all of them. It makes it all that much harder
to decline the offer. “I can’t do that”. I state
my voice cold as ice and sharp as a knife, which there faces all
look like I have stabbed them with. “Why can’t you do
it?” Alex growls. “I can’t do it after what he
attempted to do to me!” I yell, after a second I finally
remember what I just yelled and feel my face slip with the
almost-reveal of one of my darkest secrets. I bolt. Legs pumping as
fast as I can without tripping as I head father away from the fire
and the men still like sculptures with shocked expressions coating
their faces. As I turn my gaze forward once again I run head first
into a tracker who’s grizzly looking dog goes crazy, as I
back away whilst turning a sharp pain cuts into the soft spot where
my shoulder connects to my neck which stupidly I left on full
display. The black comes flooding into my vision as I pull the dart
from my neck throwing it back at him. My last thought before the
blackness covers my vision is that the dart hit its mark. Bullseye,
straight through the dark spot where his pupil once
was.
wanderer* · 1 decade ago
I love your profile pic!
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