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.


6. Snooping

I had managed to follow them so far. But so far wasn't really very far... just inside the entrance. I had to get to the dungeons to free the boy. To get there I would need to follow the people dragging him along to, well, where ever they were dragging him to. I stayed close behind them, always in the shadows where they couldn't see me. A group of patrolling gaurds walked by. Thinking fast, I threw three daggers into the wall, and two into the ceiling. Agiley, I used the daggers in the wall to spring up, then grabbed hold of the ones deeply embedded in the ceiling. I pulled my body and legs up,and hoped the patrolling gaurds didn't look up. Holding my breath, I watched them pass underneath. Finally, they disapeared round the corner. I put my weight on one dagger, then pulled the other one out of the ceiling. Dropping silently to the floor, I grabbed the three in the wall and sprinted after the gaurds and the boy. Oh no! A cross of passages. Which one should I choose? I let my ears decide. They twitched slightly, almost like a cats. I decided on the left path, and hoped I was right. Luckily, I was. My ears had not let me down. I found the gaurds pulling the boy along. Smiling at the fact I had been right, I continiued to follow them. Into the deepest part of the fortress... the one where many never emerge from alive.

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