Draco crept up behind the Elven leader, put the dagger to his throat and instantly slit it as the cell door opened. The Elven leader fell face first onto the ground. Draco walked out, stepping on the leader in the process. "Let's get out of here" Draco said. The elven guards ran. Max was released "How are you not dead?" Max asked. "Like I'm gonna tell you." Draco replied in an aggressive manner.
They reached the prison exit and walked out into a field. Draco went towards a big building instead of heading to the woods, Max followed behind knowing that he most likely wouldn't survive without him. Draco walked in and he stared at his sword. "So...you really did just want something?" Max asked "How did it end up here?"
"I don't know, I just know that it belongs to me even though I don't remember having it"
"So they didn't take it and we're just thieves?"
"No, they did. I may not remember when and I may not remember it with me. I just remember that I had something strong and trustworthy in my hand at some point. And, it looks like the sword in front of me."
"Sounds important"
"It is and it's mine."
Draco went to the sword. Max watched him 'This kid is ridiculous.' Is what he was thinking.
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Chained
FantastikThis story is about Romance, Friendship, and Mystery with twists and turns that will make you think first before judging a book by it's cover.
