If you rather keep guessing what kind of person the stranger is, skip this chapter! (He is my OC, from Wereld der Eeuwigheid/Het Voorstel/Wereld van Ba on Fictionpress!)
A shady figure half ran and half walked down the dim hallway, one of the many in the large and mighty castle of Vanaborg. His name was notorious: Antoine Deyon. Charged with theft, extortion, manslaughter and murder.
When the authorities had found out he resided in Vanaborg, one of the sixteen Academies of Magic and Magistership, combined French and Norwegian police forces had surrounded the building. And were coming in. And where nearly here!
He paced up and down, panicky thinking of I way to escape. Where could he go, where could he go!? His hands were twisting nervously behind his back, his head down, his eyes closed, trying to concentrate. He could hear the hasty footsteps of the IVD-agents, the anxious yelling of their officers, only one floor beneath him.
It was simply impossible to fight them all, too many, too well-trained wizards. Also, it was impossible to trick them this time, they were fully prepared, almost a thousand men instructed to get him, to leave no opportunities, no weak spot. Despite his dire situation, he smirked. They knew him too well. Wanted him too bad. A thousand IVD-agents, the best of the best, assembled on a lonely island of civilisation in a sea of impenetrable fjords, mountains and woods. Only for him. He was touched.
His smile quickly faded away though, when he thought of the lifelong imprisonment that awaited him. If they wouldn't just sentence him to death.
They came closer.
What a mess, what a mess! If only there was a way out of this place, preferably to somewhere no one would recognize him, no one could follow…
He stopped death in his track.
He was sure that door wasn't there a moment ago.
Hell with it, hell may they all go, he was in a magical building after all, so maybe the walls had heard his pleas? Anyway, he needed an escape route, and this seemed to be just what he was looking for, so he ran through without any further consideration and closed it, merely seconds away from being caught. He only hoped he had made the right choice…