We set off at a fast pace leaving trees and houses behind us. We spur our steeds on, hoping against hope that our friends are still alive. If they die, the whole country will be fraught with war.
Our horses are reaching their limit so we go on foot with our weapons. When we get to the gallows we see an unwelcome figure...
"Hahaha! I knew you would come! We're not going to execute them now. It takes a week to do that. You guys got lucky. You get an execution very soon... See you later. Well, you probably won't see me. You'll have your heads down, ready to die."
Chapter Four: Friends' demise?
I wake up in a cell with my back against the floor. The cell smells of death. I need to get out of this damp place and save my friends.
We have no choice now. They captured us, threw us in cells, and have planned our demise.
THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE!
I grab my knife (that I still have for some reason), and chip away at the bars. The thick metal of the bars screech as the knife rubs against them. If they don't break soon I'll be caught.
A few tears slowly trickle down my face. As they hit the floor the bar I had been sawing at is ripped out. I look up in despair at being caught but who I see is not a guard. It's Sabo!
"H,how did you get out?'
"Lets just say that guards do some weird things when they're drunk."
