Dark Secrets
The scream for help startles you and you drop the lantern which smashes into shards of broken glass at your feet. You dash for the door to the house leaving the map floating to the ground behind you.
Stomping up the old wooden stairs onto the porch, you kick the door of the bunk house sending it off of its hinges and crashing to the floor. You round a corner and step into the main hallway that is decorated with what looks to be Oriental swords and daggers.
At the far end of the corridor stands a figure clad in a black robe with purple piping. The large hood sags over the face leaving the figure's identity a secret.
"You should not have come here." Growls the deep voice beneath the hood.
"Where is the girl?!" You scream. Even though you are horrified, you are surprised at how dangerous you sound.
The figure raises an arm and it's pale hand makes a gesture toward you. You cannot move and your eyes are locked onto the long, bony fingers tipped with dirty, claw-like, nails.
You fight this mesmerizing spell with all of your will but you feel the power holding you getting more oppressive.
With the last bit of your strength you scream which must have startled the figure as it's power temporarily wanes allowing you to regain movement.
You charge down the hall with amazing speed. In one swift motion you grab a short sword from the hallway wall and drive it deep into the figure's stomach.
The figure howls and drops to its knees.
Stomping up the old wooden stairs onto the porch, you kick the door of the bunk house sending it off of its hinges and crashing to the floor. You round a corner and step into the main hallway that is decorated with what looks to be Oriental swords and daggers.
At the far end of the corridor stands a figure clad in a black robe with purple piping. The large hood sags over the face leaving the figure's identity a secret.
"You should not have come here." Growls the deep voice beneath the hood.
"Where is the girl?!" You scream. Even though you are horrified, you are surprised at how dangerous you sound.
The figure raises an arm and it's pale hand makes a gesture toward you. You cannot move and your eyes are locked onto the long, bony fingers tipped with dirty, claw-like, nails.
You fight this mesmerizing spell with all of your will but you feel the power holding you getting more oppressive.
With the last bit of your strength you scream which must have startled the figure as it's power temporarily wanes allowing you to regain movement.
You charge down the hall with amazing speed. In one swift motion you grab a short sword from the hallway wall and drive it deep into the figure's stomach.
The figure howls and drops to its knees.