What Lies Beyond the Ocean

Chapter 10

Shining, frigid copper eyes pierced into my soul the way a sword inserts inside a victim's heart. I felt my heart plop out of my mouth onto the cold, stone floor. The woman that stood in front of me took off her cowl, revealing familiar thick, sleek orange hair. My lungs stopped for seconds. It was the Jilonab assassin we encountered weeks ago. 

I studied her for a few awkward seconds. She was gorgeous. She had milky, white skin. She had very sleek orange hair in a lavish braid that went all the way down to her feet. Her copper eyes were of the copper eyes of a cat. She had a very proportionate face, as well as her body. She was fairly tall, taller than me at least. 5'7 about. She had a thin, hourglass figure. Her cold eyes surveyed me back.

She slowly went up to me, walking as quietly as a shrew in the meadow. She smiled. For a second, I did not know how to react. Her body language seemed neutral, and her smile seemed to beam with congenial. I decided to smile back slightly. She was face to face with me. Her eyes went from cold to mischief. Her smile went from friendly to death. All of a sudden, the lights went out.

I woke up. My heart beating furiously and quite in haste. I rubbed my eyes. I looked around my surroundings and realized that I was sitting inside a cell within a dungeon. This wasn't Scott's dungeon, so I postulated that it was the Grith's dungeon- but why would a Grith have a dungeon in the world? Places built for peace usually don't have dungeons... or do they? Wherever I was, I just had to find Feralo.

And Alyard... I then realized. Where was he? Was he okay? I sighed. I had to find a way out. If only if Feralo was here to get me out of this wretched cell, as he did so back in Geafra. I wished I could just stare into Alyard's cordial brown eyes. I wished I could even see Casa. Gery. Javvad. Father.

I walked over to the cell door slowly and quietly. It smelled of old, putrescent food down here. Perhaps fruits and vegetables. I fiddled the lock with a loose screw I found on the ground. I flicked it out in vexation. I went on a scavenger hunt for more loose, minuscule objects that could potentially help me out of this putrid cell. I found nothing. I could not find anything after several more attempts of scurrying around the cell. I was basically warped in a cell, all alone, and I didn't know what Feralo's nor Alyard's fate was.

I leaned my back against the gelid, ancient stone wall. I was beginning to give up, but I knew I had to think of something to get back on the correct track. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something shimmering in the nearby torch's light. I crawled back over to the cell door. The scintillating object was silver, and it was hanging out a belt of what I assumed was a guard. I heard thunderous snoring coming from the fat guard. Great! He was in a heavy phase of sleeping. The guard wasn't too far from me, 6 inches at the most. If I reached into a slot of the door and got hold of the keys, mayhap I could escape this insalubrious place.

I slipped a hand through the slot. I reached as far as I could touch the rim of the key. I touched the rim of the key, but the guard shifted uneasily as I did so. I grimaced. I tried again and succeeded. I obtained the key! I carefully slipped the key into the cell with me. Mission accomplished.

"BORRIS!"

Suddenly, the guard jumped, which made me also jump out of my own skin. I shoved the key into the side pocket of my dress and evanesced into the shadows. The guard, or shall I say"Borris," snorted like a pig.

"Yeh, Herbert? Whatcha wan?"

"WE HAVE A BORDER PATROL MEETING, YOU ABHORRENT OGRE!"

"Eh. Dun feel like it now, Herbert. I dun wunna do anythin' righ' now."

I watched as Herbert pulled Borris away forcibly. I choked back my laughter as I emerged from the shadows. I inserted the key in the lock. I twisted the key to the left first, which didn't work. I then twisted it to the right and opened the cell door quietly. The dungeon floor was wet, and the stone bricks were mossy. I got up and made sure that the coast was clear. There appeared to be no guards or anyone else in sight, so I assumed it was now somewhat safe. I paced down the very narrow hallway. There were other prisoners. There was a very skinny older man, a woman who was quite plump was smoking a cigar, and many other types of prisoners there as well. So far, there was no Alyard nor Feralo amongst them. I grew apprehensive. Where could those two be!? I quickened my pace and made my way through the attenuated hall.