Escape from imprisonment
"Hamlet!" Will burst out in surprise. Although he knew the pig could not communicate with him, he had never been more glad to see anything in his life. As the pig drew nearer, Will could see that a scrap of gilded paper had been rolled up and tied to the pig's tail. Hastily he unknotted the string that fastened it to Hamlet, and unfurled it, scanning the note quickly. It read;
'I too am a prisoner, in a prison of silk and gold! But tonight we shall both escape - please, Will, take me with you, I can't bear this place any longer...
~ Kara '
Will felt a surge of elation when he realised that something else was taped to the back of the note.
The prison key.
He was free.
Will wasted no time in unlocking his prison cell and stole out from the damp, dark little room. He was surprised and extremely relieved to see that there were no guards; at least he would not have to fight his way out. He supposed that no one actually believed anyone could get out of this prison. Well, he was going to be the first.
Swiftly he made his way through the darkened corridor to a large stone entrance-way with a shabby curtain pulled halfway across it. Will glanced up uneasily at the high stone arch. He only hesitated a moment however, before pushing the moth-eaten cloth aside and stepping into the dungeon.
He stared around him in horror. Shadows appeared to claw at him from the lingering darkness with a horrifying malevolence. There was a slight rustling from above and an ominous squeaking sound. Frantically Will steeled himself not to turn; to turn and run back to his cell. He was going to get out, he was!
All of a sudden a horrible screeching assailed him and then leathery wings were battering at his face. Will yelled in fright and found himself with his flute in his hand waving frantically as though he could defend himself with it. A moment later he found that he could. Three bats lay dead on the dungeon floor - he could just make them out with the flickering torches that were present in the room. Will let out a shaky breath and hastened through the open archway he could just see, framed in the flickering luminescence of the elusive torchlight.
After several more dark rooms and corridors, Will was beginning to feel very uneasy. Was there no end to this labyrinth? He continued to feel along the walls shakily, hoping that his hands didn't encounter anything that wasn't hard, solid stone.
Once he stopped to catch his breath and something extremely light, feathery soft, brushed past his ear.
"Who's there?" Will asked, swinging around, every muscle in his body tense, ready to spring.
"Hamlet!" Will burst out in surprise. Although he knew the pig could not communicate with him, he had never been more glad to see anything in his life. As the pig drew nearer, Will could see that a scrap of gilded paper had been rolled up and tied to the pig's tail. Hastily he unknotted the string that fastened it to Hamlet, and unfurled it, scanning the note quickly. It read;
'I too am a prisoner, in a prison of silk and gold! But tonight we shall both escape - please, Will, take me with you, I can't bear this place any longer...
~ Kara '
Will felt a surge of elation when he realised that something else was taped to the back of the note.
The prison key.
He was free.
Will wasted no time in unlocking his prison cell and stole out from the damp, dark little room. He was surprised and extremely relieved to see that there were no guards; at least he would not have to fight his way out. He supposed that no one actually believed anyone could get out of this prison. Well, he was going to be the first.
Swiftly he made his way through the darkened corridor to a large stone entrance-way with a shabby curtain pulled halfway across it. Will glanced up uneasily at the high stone arch. He only hesitated a moment however, before pushing the moth-eaten cloth aside and stepping into the dungeon.
He stared around him in horror. Shadows appeared to claw at him from the lingering darkness with a horrifying malevolence. There was a slight rustling from above and an ominous squeaking sound. Frantically Will steeled himself not to turn; to turn and run back to his cell. He was going to get out, he was!
All of a sudden a horrible screeching assailed him and then leathery wings were battering at his face. Will yelled in fright and found himself with his flute in his hand waving frantically as though he could defend himself with it. A moment later he found that he could. Three bats lay dead on the dungeon floor - he could just make them out with the flickering torches that were present in the room. Will let out a shaky breath and hastened through the open archway he could just see, framed in the flickering luminescence of the elusive torchlight.
After several more dark rooms and corridors, Will was beginning to feel very uneasy. Was there no end to this labyrinth? He continued to feel along the walls shakily, hoping that his hands didn't encounter anything that wasn't hard, solid stone.
Once he stopped to catch his breath and something extremely light, feathery soft, brushed past his ear.
"Who's there?" Will asked, swinging around, every muscle in his body tense, ready to spring.