The Quest

Breaking Out

"I have an idea, we could file through the bars on that window and escape through it."

"That's the third time you've had that idea and like last time, we can't. The Hole would be too small and how do you propose that we file through the bars."

They had been in the cell for a week now and had no contact with anyone but each other and the soldier who brought them thier meals. Pendleton was determined to get them out and came up with plans only to be shot down by Timothy.

"Well, I guess that would be a problem."

Timothy sighed, Pendleton was starting to get cabin fever and was becoming more of a nuisence with each passing day. They had searched the cell for anything to help them escape. They had both been stripped of thier weapons and Pendleton of his armour. He now only wore the cloth that connected to the armour on the inside.

"Why won't he believe you? Your the kings brother and a hero."

"Top brass nowadays always trying to make a big score and climb that ladder. He finds any evidence that I am working with Rusteel it'll look good for his career. That provides an even greater reason to get out of here."

"Why so you can't be used? He won't find any evidence, right?"

"No, but on the South Sea anything goes and he could easily falsify evidence."

After another ten minutes of scouring the cell for the tenth time of today Pendleton sat down on a chair across from Timothy, who sat on the bed.

"So...wanna talk about it?" Pendleton asked.

"What?"

"The nightmares."

Timothy was quiet at first. Ever since the first night on the ship he had nightmares every night. Each was worse than the next and showed awful monsters destroying the world and darkness ruling. He witness the death of his loved ones and what could happen to his friends in the future.

"How did you know?"

"Tim we're travelling together..."

Timothy nodded.

"...and you talk in your sleep. What are they about?"

"Zhen Su always shows up and offers me a deal about helping me and bringing my mother and father back. Giving me a happier life. All he wants in return is Clarent and the map for the location of the swords. Every night I tell him 'no' and then he sends me into a nightmare, each worse than the last. I don't know how long I will be able to hold out. Each time it digs deeper into my subconscious and finds some horror from the depths of my imagination."

"Listen you are stronger than him and he won't break you. He can't touch us where we are. We'll get the swords and find the sword bearer. We will win."

Timothy smiled. He wanted to believe it but he could barely sleep each night knowing what was coming.

Timothy sneezed and Pendleton spun towards him.

"I have an idea on how to get put of here."

Pendleton got in close to Timothy's eat to tell him how he planned to get out of here. Timothy broke into a grin at the sound of it.

The next day the guard that brought breakfast walked down the long hall to the cell. When he arrived Pendleton was laying in the bed sleeping and Timothy was bent over the bucket that doubled as thier toilet. He was dry heaving and throwing-up. The guard quickly unlocked the door and yelled down the hall that he needed backup. He went in to help Timothy.

"Kid come on, I'll take you to the infirmary."

He walked up closer and he bent over to help Timothy up. Timothy in one smooth motion spun the bucket around and smashed him acoss the side of the head with the bucket. The man went down without a sound.

Pendleton let up out of bed.

"Nice job Tim. Grab his keys and let's get out of here."

Timothy pulled the key ring off of the guard and they both mad thier way up the hall and to freedom. The locked the door at the end of the hall and continued up the stairs. Eventually they found themselves in the barracks. All the men were out for training and they easily escaped through the wide hall that doubled as the equiptment room. They pushed open the heavy double doors that led put to the city streets and stepped into the sunlight.