The Forgotten

I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything. Not even my name. But I am being chased by brutal killers... I will probably be dead by the time you read this.

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18. Freed

I fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the chains from the boy's body. I could, yes, shoot the chains with an arrow, but since they were connected to the boy, he would find half a chain too heavy to drag along behind him. Finally, the chains fell loose to the floor, and the boy fell forwards. I caught him as he stirred. The kid's eyes flickered weakly open, and he glanced at me in surprise. 

"I'm here to help." I murmured, but he was too weak to reply. I picked up the boy, hoisting him over my shoulder, and nudged my human ally gently with my boot.

"Hurry." I spoke urgently. He groaned, moving his head to look at me.

"Ugh..." he mumbled, sitting up slowly. "Someone hit me hard on the head." 

"Well, I can't carry you as well. So GET UP." I commanded, as he did as I told him. Okay, so maybe he was slower than I'd have liked him to be. But at least he wasn't dead. Finally, when my ally was on his feet, he followed me groggily out of the hall. We needed to get out fast. Before the army returned again. I may have found out about my spells, but with me being exhausted, my ally with a throbbing head, and the boy all limp, I wasn't sure if even my magic arrow could help. 

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