Who we Aren't

Chapter Two)

The girl with the Lantern
POV: Puzzle

I wanted it so bad. That's why I took it, the urge of needing it in my posession. The beautiful stone that clipped the Holy Knight Grand Master's dark hand-sewed cloak together, it doesn't belong there... It belongs in my hands, with me. It was as if it wanted me to take it away. Honestly I didn't think anyone would notice, until I found out how valuable it was. Pure bismuth, so obviously I couldn't just leave it there.
I swiftly crept out of the masters room but the door creaked when it closed behind me. He stirred in his sleep, so I ran as fast as I could, down the red carpeted hallway with dirty cream walls lit up by torches. Hobbling on since I had recently replaced my left knee. I blew out the torches as I went hoping to slow them down or blind them in seeing which way I went although this also meant that I didn't know where I was running but I knew I needed to get away. I stumbled down a dark hallway but I knew if I stopped now I would get my pretty stone taken from me. I hid the stone in the pocket on my mismatched top and I see... light as I get closer I realise it's a lantern I stop and pick it up hoping it can guide me away from this place, this dark, cold torcher chamber. I freeze. I hear footsteps they are loud and fast I run and I see a door up ahead almost stumbling I enter the room and that's when I saw her... the injured little fairy.
"Are you okay?"