Diaries of a High Priest | A Minecraft Diaries Story

Captive in the Dungeons

Basil's POV~

I swear I was going to kill them.

Well, not literally.

I was just going to make them pay.

Why wouldn't I? They did throw me inside a musty cell, leaving me pacing the cold stone floor planning my next move. The bars were thick, slanted rows of iron, leaving me hopeless to trying to squeeze through the gaps. The only sunlight came from a small window which was also guarded with a heavy set of bars.

That left me with only one option.

Magic.

Yes, I use magic. A surprise? I think not. The whole line of Scaleswind generations has had magic in their veins. We never used it, we even took a vow to never do but only if our lives are threatened.

Being trapped in a cell with a wedding going on above my head is a threat.

Right?

It's really not creepy that somehow my dad has a clone. Of ME.

Gripping the iron bars I called onto my inner magic. It isn't as easy as people make it out to be, it takes a lot of concentration and patience. Finally, after a period of minutes, a small tendril of magic reached out of me, wrapping an invisible hold onto two of the bars. I felt its surface touch my mind as I jerked my hands back, leaving bent bars and a unguarded gap big enough for me to slip through.

Smirking, I slipped through the gap and looked down both sides of the two hallways that split into numerous passageways. The dungeons were a maze, big enough for you to get lost in, but this was my home, I knew every cell number plated in silver on the walls.

Running down one of the passageways, I saw a bulky figure, his back turned away from me. Quickly, by instinct, I opened an unlocked cell door and hid under the frame of a cot that was positioned in the corner.

I listened to the footsteps that slowly walked past the cell door and heard them turn into a new corridor. Letting out a held breath, I crawled from underneath the cot and my eyes met with wide ones, filled with wonder and fear.

A little girl with blonde hair that was little over shoulder length stared at me, a dirty pink shirt and a pair of blue jeans hung loosely from her body, two sizes too big.

"Oh um...I'm sorry.." I said, my cheeks painted pink from embarrassment. Until I realized.

This was a cell.

Why would this little girl be held in a cell?!

"I'm Abby...and you?" her voice showed bravery as her posture straightened. I leaned myself against the bed and hoisted myself up.

"Um....Basil, why was your cell door unlocked? Um, not like I'm going to trap you in here forever but...I was just interested.."

The girl looked up at me, looking at me with her eyes. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, she spoke.

"I was getting ready to escape..." she said silently, tensing up as she said escape. Looking at her, I bent down and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You want to escape with me?" I smirked. A small smile crawled onto her face as she nodded and rushed to the door, a wooden wedge was all that kept the steel door slamming into the wall.

She opened it, earning her a creak as she walked out into the hallway. Following her, I caught a glimpse of her confused face as she looked from side to side, determining which way to take her chances.

Looking to my left I saw a small staircase that climbed up to the floors that laid above. Grasping her arm, I pulled her towards the staircase, our steps long strides.

"Come! I know just where we need to go!" I said, looking back at Abby. We climbed the steps, our breaths started getting heavy with each step.

But the music that was playing kept me going.