My feet moved automatically. They slammed against the pavement in rapid succession. Every two or three seconds I would turn around and and check in on the closing pursuers. I was slowly but surely running out of breath. I zoned out and began focusing on my breathing and the even rhythmic pounding of my feet.
"I am zen, I am zen, I am ....."
My pursuer got the better of me. I was down on the pavement in seconds. My hands tied behind my back, chains quickly tied. I silently cursed my lack of stealth. ONLY....IF ONLY I had worn my silent soles. I would have escaped with the sword of Zlatan.
Who am I? I am Luna Evans, 18 short years, 14 of them spent training to be a collector. Blackish-brown hair and plain brown eyes contribute to my 'non-existent' beauty. Pleased to meet you. Sarcasm is my first language and English is my second. Moving on to more pressing issues.
Why was I being chased? I oh-so-stealthily tried to steal the Sword of Zlatan and not surprsingly, I was caught. I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE WORN THE SILENT SOLES.
What is the Sword of Zlatan you ask? It's only one of the most powerful of the 9 elemental relics of Panagea. Forged by King Zlatan in the depths of Amora, It is made of the strongest element known to us Pangeans. Every strike made by the sword increases it's power. Essentially, it absorbs the energy and imparts it to the wielder. Yes, that would effectively make you the strongest warrior in possibly, all of history.
I was guided through long stone passages. Twisting, turning ,sloping up ,down any which way you could possibly imagine. After all, They were designed to confuse anyone who wandered in. Memorizing the path was impossible. Leaving markers was another unavailable option. All I could rely on to get myself out was.....myself.
All sarcasm aside, This was not a situation I wanted to get myself into. There was a raging war going on and the only hope to put an end to all of this destruction was collecting all the 9 elemental keys. Seven of whom were supposed to not been seen by a single Pangean from the past ten centuries.
This is where I come in. This is were my story begins.
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