Chapter 3: Breaking the Chains

Dashing toward the door with fire in my eyes and stained wet cheeks my long brown hair falls out of the bun it was in. I use all of my might to kick down the door just to find that nothing is there. A hand then lay on my shoulder and I spin around in surprise with the dagger ready. I realize then who's throat I held it to and dropped it. Just before Ty begins to speak I pick it back up and run down the long, damp, cold, miserable hallway. Little light is provided by a dimly lit canteen hanging from the stone walls. Not paying attention to where I'm walking I step on a sharp object that peirces my foot. Screaming in pain a shadow passes me in the distance. Wind whips around me and I fall to my knees. gripping the dagger as tightly as possible in my hand I swing. Then I hear a loud yell and a thump on the ground. Looking in the direction where I swung the dagger I see a tall looking man laying on the ground with pain in his eyes.