"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Run you idiot! RUN!" Everyone was shouting from the deck.
"I'm running, I'm running!" I shout back feeling rather exasperated. I mean come on. I get that my friends don't want me to die, but shouting at me really won't do much except make them lose their voices. People seriously need to chillax more. I shake my head tiredly, sometimes I feel like I'm the only sane one in our group. As I shake my head I discover something so extraordinary you wouldn't believe it to be true: Shaking your head while running for your life really isn't smart. Reason being your likely to fall.
"Crapsity," I complain loudly as my face smashes into the dirt. At this I make another discovery: Dirt tastes really gross, you wouldn't think it has the same colour as chocolate.
Dirt rises as thudding footsteps come to a halt around me. "Captured," a deep voice rumbles sending a chill straight to my bones. In that moment I feel fear, I feel my bubble burst and I'm certain that I'm quite likely to die.
*unknown hours later*
I'm in a dungeon. Seriously. A dungeon. You know, like the one you see in movies. The ones you read about in books. The ones that mean doom and despair. Not to mention thick, itchy rope is wrapped my arms and legs. I swear chivalry is dead. You don't treat a lady like this, no matter how unladylike she is. It's just not right.
As I look around for some sort of an escape route and realise there is no point. I mean come on, I really can't think on an empty stomach.
I guess it's time to explain what's going on and how exactly I got into this predicament.
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Dark, Light, Magic and Might. What fun!
FantasyMy name is Clyde Kayleaf, and I was seriously in need of an adventure. I didn't care what, as long as it's something awesome and fun. And boy did I get one, though I suppose fun isn't the best way to describe it.
