Note from the foxfox123-type-guy: Yo yo people. Thanks for reading my story. I know the chapters before this were short, but thats because I was just getting into the mood of the story. Nervous Laugh Don't kill me? I like pie just like everyone else...
Anyways, on with the story!
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.:CHAPTER 2: Solstice Shutdown:.
"Well well well... Its almost time." A small hiss erupted through the corridor. Erak sat with his back against the cell bars, looking out into the twilight of the Winter Solstice.
"They say the Winter Solstice brings good luck. That and frostbite." he laughed raspingly. His throat was unbelievably dry.
ERAK'S P.O.V
I really hoped this would be easy... I mean, I'm sneaking out of prison, trying to go totally undetected. I tossed and turned, pretending I was asleep, just so I wouldn't give away my plans.
The guys in the cell across from me finally fell asleep. Picking the lock was no big deal. The squeaking of the cell's gate was so loud, I thought a storm of guards would come after me. Aha... Well, I left my shirt inside the cell, just so I could be able to fly if I needed to. Hopefully my wings weren't too stiff.
Well, again, I was sneaking along when I saw a flickering light rounding the bend. Immediately I sprang up to the top of the stoned wall and opened my wings, slightly flapping them, enough to keep my pressed to the ceiling. I swear I was waiting for an hour.
Two guards strolled below me, taking their sweet, sweet time. I felt like kicking them and screaming; "I'm TRYING to break out, can you hurry up?!" They were so stupid sounding, I bet I could've and they would actually speed up!!
Their dialects were horrible. Sounded like they came from TAMRIEL!
"Ay, Leon... H've you seen that new murksmun shup on deh other side of Pheligad?" one said. Wow, his grammar really SUCKED!
"Mmhmm, boy, I sure have! They even got that new Dragon-Slay'r bow! Even a new set of those, duh... Whats the words? Adamentium throw'n knives?" the other mumbled.
Not thinking, I muttered out to myself, a bit too loudly, "Stupid hicks! You are worse than people from Seyda Neen!"
The saw me. God am I stupid...
Before they could even sound the alarm or warn anyone else; I chucked a wooden dart down at the guard called Leon's throat. He fell to the ground with a muffled thud. Whelp, I guess 'murderer' is on my record now. But I have a job to do.
I dropped down and planted the heel of my bare foot on the back of the other guard's neck. Two down, none to go!
I kept running and running, until I barreled into a guard. No, make that... One-two-three-four-five... SEVEN GUARDS!
"Oh, Devil of Hell," I groaned.
One whipped out their Legion Broadsword, which I easily dodged. Poor guy looks like he never held on in his life!
I dropped to my back and mule-kicked my first attacker, making sure I took his sword from him. Parrying to the left, I swung my sword across the chest of a brawny-looking guard, dropping him.
Of course, like anyone, I would think I was the best fighter in the world, right? Wrong. I got pretty much owned. Another guard jammed his sword right in my gut, impaling me. Jesus, it hurt like bloody murder!! I started to bleed profusely.
My life-liquid was draining from me at alarming speeds.
Right when I felt my vision fading, the sword was ripped from my gut, and I took the moment to use my last reserves of strength for one last attack. I grabbed the sword, spinning in a huge circle, cleaving the rest of the guards in half.
I unwisely dropped the sword and began my walk up the stairs, and out of the prison into the twilight. I closed my eyes. Left foot, right foot. Left, right. Left, right. Le- OW!! My toe jammed into a wooden crate. I couldn't tell what it said, because, unfortunately, I couldn't read, but I knew what it was. The 'Evidence' Chest.
I used my lockpick to open it, but sadly right as I opened it, the pick broke. That meant no more lock-picking for me that night. But anyways, I took my lacquer box with my prized gem treasure (the wolf-claws) and tucked them safely under my arm.
In true hero (or in this case villain) fashion, I opened the heavy door, which by now was covered in my blood, and stepped out into the cold, Solstice night.
