A/N
Okay here's the second to last chapter of the story, if you see any errors don't hesitate to let me know because I hate having errors in my stories.
Fell free to let me know what you think about the story as well that even means if you think it's crap, if you do think it's crap please tell my why so I can keep it in mind for next time. Thanks and enjoy.


Chapter two: Fire (following Zola)

Zola awoke to the sound of explosions and soldiers fleeing the dungeon, the smell of smoke had started to seep into the cell from the tiny crack under the door into the now dark cell. Zola straightened up in her chair and began to rotate her wrists trying to loosen the rope by weakening it, slowly her efforts were paid off as she felt the ropes begin to slip. During this tedious task silence reigned as all the soldiers had fled leaving only silence in their wake, the silence seemed suffocating to Zola and she made an irritated sound only for the sake of making a noise any noise that would break the eerie silence. Another few minutes of silence passed broken only by the occasional irritated growl from Zola before she finally succeeded at her task, the rope fell to the stone floor as Zola stood up massaging her wrists trying to regain some life in them. After her wrists stopped tingling Zola slowly walked over to the cell door and thoroughly inspected it, it seemed sturdy enough but she knew with the right amount of force in the right place and it would open. "hmmm, the chair is bolted down so I'll have to use my shoulder... hhh, this will hurt." Zola muttered to herself as she backed up as far as her cell would allow, taking a deep breath Zola charged the door with her right shoulder. This process had to be repeated several times before the door's lock was ripped from it's wooden body, the metal lock still firmly in place in the door frame.

Once outside her cell Zola gave a cautios look both ways before deciding upon the corridor leading that was to he left of her cell, while running through the dim corridor Zola noticed thin whisps of smoke dancing all around her, this worrying discovery only made her run even faster. As she neared the top of the dungeon stairs she notice an orange glow and that the air had become hot and dry, at the top of the stairs Zola saw the castle afalme with flames hungirly devouring every object that it could reach, furniture, tapestries, nothing was safe from it's grasp it turned all to ash. Zola began to run in a direction that she hoped would lead to an exit, the flames seemed to chase her as the smoke grew thicker yet she kept running for her life.

More than once now Zola had to back track as her path had been blocked by blistering flames or immovable rubble, the heat had become stifling now as she began to run up the stairs of the nearest tower half blinded and choking on the now thick black smoke. Zola couldn't see anything more than a few centimeters from her face and suddenly tripped on some rubble, falling forwards she came to rest on the cold hard steps of the tower. Lying on the ground where the smoke was thinner and only mildly murky Zola tried to catch her breath, after a few minutes she opened her eyes only to come face to face with an unconscious Logi.


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Sorry for this chapter being so short but I didn't know quite what else to put and the story is winding down now.