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Chapter Four: Sierra's Shining Moment

Darkness. That's all that surrounded the small group of five. They had been taken to a

dungeon, and now they were trapped. Nothing but solid steel surrounded them.

Silence.

Wilbur banged his head against the steel wall. After awhile of hearing the annoying

steady beat of Wilbur's head, a few stifled moans were sounded, although no actually talking was

possible through the rags that were rapped around their heads and into their mouths. Sierra

sighed—or at least tried to through her rag. There had to be SOME way to escape. She was tied

up in a way that resembled the feeble position, with her arms tied together flat against each other

in front of her. Her legs were securely tied together. Sierra concentrated. She had always been

a talented and dedicated athlete. But she'd never had to use these skills in this kind of situation.

Of course, I've never been tied up and thrown into a dungeon, she thought to herself. Sierra

concentrated. She needed to do something, and she needed to do it now.

Sierra breathed deeply and tried to center her focus. All of the practice in martial arts,

boxing, and regular visits to the gym were about to pay off. Sierra concentrated and with all of

her energy, pulled her arms apart slowly to slacken the tight hold of the rough ropes. At first the

ropes hardly moved at all. Sierra grimaced and clenched her teeth, but she still kept going.

Painfully slow progress showed as the knots began to become smaller from the pulling

and, in result, the rope wrapped around her arms became slightly larger. Slightly was all Sierra

needed. She had pulled her tightly bound arms apart about a half inch, and her forehead was

beaded with sweat, but she still kept going towards her goal.

She moved her arms in odd motions to wriggle out of the ropes. When she finally

succeeded, she stretched her arms and bean to undo the robes around her legs. About twenty

minutes later, she was free. She took the rag out of her mouth. Now she needed to get the

others.

Sierra cleared her throat. "Kilbur? Lily? Wilbur? Lewis? If you can hear me, do your best

to make some sort of noise to show me where you are." The first thing she heard was a loud

banging against a steel wall.

Heh…Wilbur never did like sitting stil…