Rocked, Shocked and Slaved
The waves played softly on the beach as Halice panted. It had taken a while to even get this far, just outside the gate. Her mind raced to keep us with what just happened. There had been a flash of light behind Halice as she hid from the battle. Upon looking, she had seen a most gruesome, inhuman face. It had cause her voice to leave, so when she screamed, no sound was made. It reached a clawed hand out to her, intent on grabbing her. Her body acted before her brain, and she jumped out of the pit leading into the sewers. She made her way up the side of the wall and over platforms hurriedly, the hand and the face within the light seeming to follow. It almost had her when she slid down a ladder and dashed toward the water. As quickly, and brightly, as it appeared, it vanished, and Halice stopped.
The bottom of the ladder had broken off as soon as she stepped off of it, so Halice couldn't go back over the destroyed gate. And the sun had set, leaving Halice alone in the dark. She shivered, looking at the shoreline. Then, something caught her eye. A slight golden gleam, fading in and out as the tide tried it's hardest to wash it away. The girl quickly rushed over to grab it, right as the tide had worked a wave just large enough to pull it away. the water crashed against her legs as she held the gleam in her hands. As Halice held it up in the moonlight, it revealed itself to be a strange amulet. The Sands of Time rubbed off it her hands, and she could tell that this amulet was connected to them somehow. She remembered something about an amulet from the stories of the Prince's adventures, though that part was fairly vague.
Regardless, she would show it to the Prince when they got there. Well, if she wasn't forced to move on first. As Halice looked at the odd design on the amulet, a figure stole up behind her. The moment it grabbed her arm, she screamed, expecting the hand and face from before. The high pitched vocalization was cut off be a hand covering her mouth and a blunt object from another shadowed figure hitting her in the back of the head. Even unconscious, she gripped the amulet tightly, and she was quickly dragged into a cavern protected on three sides by water.
"Are you sure it wasn't your imagination?"
"Pretty sure, yeah. Why else would the Prince hear it?"
"Maybe you have an overactive imagination."
"Active enough to make other people hear what I imagine? Right, I believe that." Manar said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he climbed up a pole. The Prince had gone back down into the sewers to check if Halice hadn't gone down there That left climbing over the wall to get out of the city to him. To be honest, he hadn't actually realized until now what the Prince meant about the voices not shutting up. Plus, the great weariness that was weighing down upon him made the conversation that much more annoying. If he didn't find Halice when he got to the other side of this wall, he was going to sleep.
He jumped from the top of the pole onto a platform. Just a little farther. He thought to himself as he wallran up to a crack. most of what had to be done he had practiced back home, but now it was succeed or die. After he grabbed onto a good hand-hold within the crack, Manar was faced with the task of moving across to the next platform, where a ladder was waiting. Once he was done shuddering at the thought of falling down the hole in between the platforms, he slowly scooted along the edge. Without the Prince to rewind time, he was much more careful.
When Manar finally got to the other platform, he notice that the platforms use to connect. He had been so focused on fighting that he hadn't heard logs falling to the ground? It seemed that way. Regardless, he moved toward the ladder, holding his temples with his thumb and index finger. "She can handle herself..." Dark Manar muttered awful loudly, but remained quiet when he received no answer. Manar climbed up the ladder rather quickly, even as sleep wore away his senses. To his surprize, there was another ladder right in front of him when he got to the top of the wall.
Even greater was his surprize when he nearly slid clean of the broken bottom of said ladder. There had to be a perfectly logical explaination for this. It was just hiding from him. Manar looked down to see that the ladder had broken just high enough to prevent being able to get back on it, since the condition of the wood said that if you tried to grab it while running up the wall, you'd be in for a rude awakening. Either road, he carefully dropped from the ladder. After a quick look-see, he didn't spot Halice anywhere on this beach. With a long awaited yawn, Manar collapsed, falling asleep almost immediately.