World War 3 |Fantasy Edition|

Chapter 7

I woke up in a small cage. There was no body around me. Good. I should be alone in the first place. I reached towards my left eye, pain numbing my face as I touched the dried blood. It wasn't a dream. And they wanted me. So they got what they wanted. I went to stand up, only to feel pain tear through everything in my head. I swallowed down the helpless scream that was built up inside me. I turned around to see that they had knotted my hair around the bar. So every time I got up, it would feel like I was ripped in half by god himself. They're good. You can rip yourself free if you wanted to, but it's too painful your body won't allow it and force you to sit down. I reached through my pockets. Nothing. They took everything. I reached into my back pocket and found lead. I looked at it closely and an idea popped into my mind. I ripped off some of the white cloth on my shoulder and wrote as fast as I could. 'Have fun'... my hands hurt so much. Dried blood was covering my wrists. They slotted my wrist so I would be in too much pain to even try untie my hair. Smart. But I have persistence so I will make it. I kept on writing. 'Have fun with your loss. You can't trap Dragon Tamers.' I hesitated on writing 'Dragon Tamers'. I sighed. It doesn't matter anymore. I took the lead and started ripping my hair. The was scorching on my scalp, but I kept on ripping. One by one the strands of hair was ripped. I loved long hair and it took forever to grow it out, but now it doesn't matter. In a life or death situation like this, my dreams don't matter. They'll all be crushed one time. So might as well be now. When the final strands of hair were left to where I can't reach them, I yanked forward, ignoring the sharp pains and the loud rips of hair strands as they curled up by the pressure. I don't care if I have short, frizzy hair. This is war. Looks don't matter here. I felt sickened when I ripped free and saw my hair ripped in shred, knotted on the pole. I would've never been free if I didn't cut it, looking at that big knot. "Oh man, and I kept my hair as clean as possible." I scowled at it. I turned around and ripped off part of my fingernail. I reached out the bars and put my fingernail inside the lock. Luckily it unlocked, the door opening slightly. I jumped down, into the dust which exploded everywhere. I was underground. I looked around and saw a trail with less dust than when I landed. Footprints were mixed in it as well. They must've dragged me and just recently checked to see if I was awake. Dust got into my nose and I sneezed. I growled at it and looked around. My knife, pouch, and my sword was laid on a small table. Stupid. No guards either. I grabbed my sword and hung it over my back, grabbed my knife and looked around. I saw a rope that was tying the cage a little elevated. I ripped off a string from the rope and pulled on it. It was secure. I tied it around my knife and belt, holding my knife secure before I find a nearby village and grab a knife holder. I ripped my pouch to shreds and tied the pouch strap over the rope strong invade my knife accidentally slides and cuts it. I threw the leftover pouch on the ground and walked away, leaving the footprints, ripped rope, ripped up pouch, and my hair in a knot, holding a small paper inside it reading, 'Have Fun With My Hair. You Can't Tame A Wild Dragon Tamer.' It wasn't my best work, but it'll taint them and give those traitors what they deserve.

I looked outside the small bars. We were in the woods. Obviously random bars in a hill won't taunt someone to go and check it. I slowly pulled my sword out and looked next to the bars, as far as I could. Two guards stood there. I mean, if there wasn't, it was definitely a trap. As if they wanted me to escape. The first guard on my right sneezed. "Do you smell dust?" The second guard on my left looked at guard number 1 in confusion.

"That's strange because they cleaned the stairs..."

"Didn't they say, 'if you smell dust, that means she escaped?'" I sighed, so that's why there was so much dust. I looked behind me and saw the dust trail of footprints that got stuck on my shoes. I turned back to the bars. I smirked.

"Then you should've listened. Check." Guard 2 looked at Guard 1.

"Did you say something? Like, check it?"

"I thought you said that." Guard 1 looked around.

"Unlock it than. Check it before something bad happens." I smirked to my own words. These guards are bored and dumb. They need to learn how to really guard a Dragon Tamer. The guards sighed and Guard 1 grabbed something from his pocket. Keys. The keys clanked together. Two of them. One for the cage and the other for the bars. I inched closer to the darkness to hide myself and grabbed my sword and lowered my hand towards my knife. Guard 1 opened the door and I charged at him, stabbed him in the chest, pushed him over to where I was kneeling down on him. I turned to look at Guard 2 who looked at the corpse of Guard 1 in horror and rage, than he charged at me. I raised my sword to block it over my head. My knees squished into the corpse's bones and blood soaked my jeans. I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the side. He dropped his sword that cut off a finger belonging to the corpse as he fell to the ground, trying to rip out the knife. I raise my blood soaking sword and mixed the blood of Guard 1 into the heart of Guard 2. I grabbed my knife, dripping of blood and walked away from the two corpses. Guard 2 made a mistake. If someone stabs you in the side, you never let go.