Going Home

Chapter 4

Arabell looked down to the bottom of the door . She saw two slim shadows and heard shuffling . Then a sigh . The shadows moved away and she heard the soft padding of feet as they walked away . It defiantly wasn't Him .

Arabell stood from my crouched position behind a bookshelf , keeping the tip of her arrow around the corner of the bookcase . Peering round Arabell held her breath , careful not to make a sound . She stepped around the wooden frame and padded over to the right side of the closed entranceway . She looked under the door searching for any signs of danger , finding none Arabell weighed the risks of going out there versus staying in the safe haven that she had found .

It was obvious to Arabell that she was no longer alone here . Wherever here is . But she needed food and water , all that was here was books and bean bags . Arabell know how much longer she could last . She was down to my last square of ambrosia , she still had some dried fruit , but with nothing to wash it down with . Arabell always had an athletic frame , flat built for speed but now her nimble fingers had lost what little fat they had .

Arabell didn't see how she was going to survive without anything to drink . Now that she thought about it her throat , was feeling dry already . She had to get out of here , Arabell had to get water . I can do this .

In a burst of courage Arabell grabbed her bag and nunlocked the door . It opened with a squeaky creaking noise , that she had not heard on her frantic run into the vast room .

Outside the corridor was strangely grunge . The walls were a yellow kinda colour and the lighting blue . Arabell heard faint footsteps to her left and followed them .

Arabell ran lightly on the pads of her feet . The footsteps she was following were keeping a steady pace but they were slow and far away . Arabell had to hurry , she didn't want to loose them .