"Rose!" Jake shouted as he started to look around.
He looked at the rock he just smashed and saw underneath it, was an old trap door, with a heavy lock on it. Jake shot a wave of dragon fire at, melting it within seconds. He flung open the door to reveal a concrete tunnel descending into the depths of the earth. Without a moment of fear Jake leaped head first down the tunnel, opening his wings to slow his fall before he reached the ground.
The tunnel was dark and dusty. Jake was enclosed in a small area, surrounded by three walls. The only directions he could go were back up, the way he came, and down a long corridor to his left. He paused for a minute, hovering in the air, trying to decide what to do now, but the decision was made for him.
"Help!" rang through the corridor.
Jake immediately took off flying down the corridor, not sure what waited for him just on the other side of the darkness, but he didn't have time to worry about such things. He would wait until he arrived at the bridge before he tried to cross it.
Jake flew for about 20 yards before the corridor split in 2 directions. Jake started flying down the left one. It was lined with doors. Jake stopped at each door to break down, usually disappointed to find an empty room. He wasn't sure where he was, or when Staten Island had a secret dungeon installed underneath the streets, but he wasn't here for a history lesson. He was going to find Rose, and call it a day. As he continued along the dark corridor, his frustration returned to him when he found it ended in a dead end. Jake immediately started back the way he came, when he found something that terrified him. It was different from when he first came down. The tunnels were changing. It was going to be a maze. It could take him forever to find Rose, but he wasn't going to leave until he did. He knew she was down here, and he wasn't about to let her go.
The new corridor forked off into three directions, none of which looked liked the one he came from. He was just going to have to run around blindly until he got lucky and went the right way. Jake started looking around for a hint, when he noticed some writing on a nearby wall.
It read: You should have left the minute you came in, but instead you thought it the right thing to do. Thousands have been left to wander these endless tunnels, and now you will join them. You will be left down here, no one will ever find you. No one finds anyone who has been left down here. The Tunnels of the Lost are never the right place for you to go. I guess coming down here wasn't the right decision after all. However your quest is not impossible. All you have to do, is get pointed in the right direction.
Jake stood there confused, he hated riddles. Whatever this writing was, it was the only thing he had to go on, so he'd better figure out what it means, and fast. Suddenly, as he read the message over and over again, some words started to stand out to him.
Left, right, left, left, left, right, right, right.
It sounded kind of crazy, but Jake had nothing else to go on. So he started off down the left tunnel. After a short distance, it split again. This time Jake went right, and continued to follow the directions the message gave him at each split until he came to the last split. Jake followed it to the right. He followed it for a long time, when it finally ended. In front of Jake were 3 doors, and another message.
This one read: So it would seem you can listen to directions. The one you seek is on the other side of one of these doors. Choose carefully. If you pick the correct door, you both will be allowed to leave. Choose incorrectly, and the cycle will start itself all over again.
Jake studied the doors carefully. From the sound of things, he would only get one shot at this. As he examined the doors, he noticed they each had a different marking on them. The first door had a carving of a flower. The second door had a strange symbol Jake had never seen before. The third had a Huntsclan logo on it. Jake looked behind him and noticed the corridor had changed. At the end of it, were a couple of black, iron doors. Jake decided to disregard them. With no clues on which door Rose may be behind, Jake took the best guess he could, and opened the door with the flower on it.
The door opened up into a large, empty room. Except it wasn't empty. In the middle of the room was an old wooden chair, and in that chair, with her ankles tied to the chair legs and her hands tied behind her back, was Rose.
Jake quickly went over to her and used his dragon claws to slice straight through the rope at her ankles and then at her hands. Rose stood up, extremely off balance. She looked at him.
"Jake?" she muttered, before she passed out.
Jake caught her as she started to fall.
"It's ok Rose, I'm here." Jake said, "You'll be ok. I promise. You'll be ok."
