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.


8. The cells

I slunk downwards, spiralling down for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. I had no fear for myself - only the unconscious boy who I was determined to save the life of. I could hear thm discussing something below me. "Wouldn't want to be the kid." One laughed. "Not even for a million gold peices. Probably torture every little detail out of him, then leave him to rot when he's done. Even sort of feel sorry for him. The General's going to have some nasty stuff in store for him." He added. I almost winced, thinking of the boys fate... unless I intervered. And I was going to. I was hoping to kill the General, as well. It will be one less snivelling human out of this world. But the boy was different. I paused, hearing the heavy footsteps stop bellow me. "We're here, little prisoner." One murmured in his dark, low voice. Then their feet moved again, after a huge rumbling sound that was probably a door opening. I crept down, carefully making sure nobody saw me. Luckily, nobody did. I slunk in... and saw loads of cells filled with prisoners of war - all elves captured by the ruthless humans. None of them looked healthy enough to even stand up. I wanted to free them all. But my priority was the boy. These were elven warriors. They knew this could happen. All of them were adults. They had lived for far longer than the child. I had to choose him over them. I hated my descision. It was cowardly. "I will return for you." I muttered under my breath. "Just hang on. I will come. Promise." Then I followed the gaurds and the boy into another door, hardly realising that I had once known the elf that was lying, bloodied and beaten, unconscious and now weakened, almost as well as I had known myself.

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