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Ellion crashed through the forest. He didn't know how far they were behind him. He clenched his hands from the excruciating pain from the passing outgrowth as the branches repeatedly scraped against his coarse skin. He was breathing heavily. Ellion briefly paused to catch his breathe and looked around to get his bearings. He knew where he was. Suddenly a bird flustered, Ellion stepped backwards and snapped a branch, the sound echoed through the silent forest. He hastily pounced into a huge barbed bush. Before long two guards had strode past him inspecting the perimeter. Both were carrying large serrated swords to reward any vagrant outcasts they might come upon. ...read more.


He grabbed a jagged rock from beneath him and hurled it towards the man. The dwarf fell to the ground. Ellion grabbed the knife and ran. Beneath the prison headquarters hides a corridor; it leads to a small, dank, benevolent underground chamber where the only light available comes from lit oil torches on the sidewalls. No one stays in this room apart from one. There was a knock on the door. "Enter", shouted the mysterious figure. A small disorientated man, clutching his head, slowly came in and saluted. The chair swung around and a smart, muscular man appeared. He was the leader of them. His organization plotted to take over the world. ...read more.


Then I remember a sharp pain in the back of my head and my eyes closing. I woke up to find I had been knocked out! And the worst thing is, sir, is that they ran off with my penknife!" The small rosy-cheeked guard gulped for air while the eminent man on the chair licked the finished tobacco roll. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it; he took a deep drag then slowly exhaled the silky smoke through his nose. "Did you know that a prisoner went missing this morning, Sergeant? A very important prisoner at that. I want him found, Sergeant, and tortured for information. You won't just be losing your pocketknife this week if he isn't, do you understand?" "Ye...ye...yes, sir." The large figure took another puff of his cigarette and waved for the Sergeant to leave the room. ...read more.

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