Hello!
School is just right around the corner for me, so I might not update for a while. I will still continue this story though.
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*EDIT* I tried to fix some mistakes. 5-9-16
I grabbed a lantern in my closet and lit the candle inside before I left my room. As I opened the door slowly, it creaked with dissatisfaction . The hallway was pitch black, but my lantern showed part of the elegant, colorful designs on the floor . I walked meticulously and silently, afraid that I'd wake somebody up. Doors threatened to open and the candle light flickered playfully. My stomach churned like a hamster running on its wheel just at the thought of being caught. What would be my excuse?
After I passed my late mother's room, I saw the door that led down to the basement, the last floor of the palace.
Initially, the basement wasn't suppose to be a dungeon-it wasn't suppose to be anything. A long time ago, I asked my father if I could use the basement, but he denied my request.
A wave of humid air hit me when I opened the door. As I walked down the staircase, my soft footsteps echoed hauntingly. The stairs that seemed to be perennial, the narrowness of the pathway, and the absence of light, only promoted the eeriness of this place. I kept my other hand against the ruff gray cement wall to keep my balance.
After I stepped off of the last step, I put my hoodie over my head as much as possible to conceal my red hair and my eyes. I took a look around. There was nothing in the capacious room except for the prisoner sleeping with his back facing me inside a single small cell. Quietly, I tip toed without a sound over to the prisoner, feeling my heart beating faster. He no longer had a blindfold, but the shackles were still on him securely. However, I couldn't see him that well, for my dim lantern was the only source of light.
Crouching down, I placed the lantern down next to me slowly and took out the food and water from my bag. I put my arm through the bars and set them on the floor near him. As I drew my arm back, a hand grabbed my wrist abruptly. Startled, I took in a sharp breath and moved my other free arm in front of my face in a defensive stance. I kept my eyes shut and restrained myself to not scream for the guards. After a few seconds, he released his gripe. I opened my eyes and dropped my hand.
The prisoner stared at me, and I instinctively looked down, feeling cautious of my appearance . I knew the cape and the darkness masked my identity, but his stare made me wary.
"I thought they decided to let me starve to death," he nonchalantly said, taking a big bite of the sandwich hungrily. He sat Indian style and faced me with bored looking eyes.
"They do", I said brusquely in a nonchalant manner.
"Ah... I see. Thanks for the food and water, but you should leave soon."
"You want to get rid of me that quickly?" I asked, feigning shock. My voice echoed a bit, and I winced. I shouldn't have been so loud.
"Oh no. Make yourself home. It's not like I think guards might be here any second," he replied dryly.
"They won't come here for now."
"How nice."
"Yes, how very nice indeed."
"So what do you want?" he asked after he finished his sandwich. The prisoner started to drink the bottled water although his eyes never left me.
"What do you mean?"
"You risked your life coming here to help out a stranger?"
"Yep. I also thought you might need some company. So what's your name, mister?," I cheerfully said.
"Hak."
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