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.
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. I was so close to escaping with the sword.
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.
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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