Death's Servant
I looked around the dank cell I had been thrown into not thirty seconds ago.
How did this happen?
Oh, wait. Yeah.
I remembered it as though it were yesterday....(which it was)
=============THE DAY BEFORE===================
I fumbled with the lockpick, glancing around nervously. I shoved it into the lock, and jimmied for a while until I heard a soft click. The door swung open, and my eyes widened. Inside was a warrior's heaven. Cuirasses, greaves, boots, gauntlets, helmets, EVERYTHING! I started towards a pile of helmets, when I tripped over something. It was a banner, with the words 'Slash 'n' Smash' on it. I fell right into the pile of helmets, and they crashed to the floor, banging and clanging.
"Shit!" I muttered, trying to keep them all still. I heard movement upstairs, and froze. I grabbed as much as I could, and flew out the door, sprinting through the Market District.
"Hey! HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Crap. Guards. I ran for my life, heading for the Waterfront. A hand closed around my wrist, and something came into contact with my head. Blackness....
===========PRESENT==============
(I can't be bothered to write anymore right now. Maybe later.)
