Excerpt
Chapter 2
Well,
I should continue or I will never get through this tale. I am still in Castle
Raja and I am already tired of talking.
After escaping the centoogres I
wandered the halls of the castle, searching for anyone I recognized. Though my
initial assessment of the castle’s layout proved correct – the corridor I took
did lead me further into the castle – I was quickly lost. The hallways appeared
to be the same and eventually none of them made sense. I was sure I walked in
circles and yet when I attempted to retrace my steps, I could not find my way
back. No signs of tracks remained on the stone floor.
The worst thing about it was the
lack of anything distinguishable. No tapestries, no carpets on the walls, no
windows, no archers’ slits and worst of all, no doors leading anywhere else. There
was nothing natural about the castle at this point.
When
I found a place with multiple ways leading out, I resorted to marking which
choice I made – turned left, marked it, turned right, marked it. However, I
never encountered any of my marks. Turning around did little to assist me.
Eventually, I was hopeless lost in a twisting maze of passages that appeared
all alike. I have never encountered such a castle as Raja! What a horrible,
frustrating place.
In
retrospect, I think I was already captured by Raquel and did not realize it. Otherwise,
how would the rest of you have even found the throne room? Perhaps it was the
White Dragon who led you there, or Lady Joeanne could see through the trickery
of the castle’s mazes. I had no such luck.
Whether
I was wandering for so long or some further enchantment was cast upon me, I do
not know. However, soon I was weary. So weary my legs refused to support me. Perhaps
by now others would have called out, sought their allies – as Illynallah
teaches, I know Warren
– I did not. I still have trouble relying on my allies, though I should by now
what with all we have been through searching for the statues and jewels, eh
Kinet? Perhaps things would have been different if I had sought help.
I
did not and they were not. The weariness overcame me and forced me to my knees.
I crawled. No one was around to see and I refused to give up. The air itself
weighed heavy upon my shoulders and back. I continued to crawl, the weight
ever-increasing until I simply crumpled on to the corridor’s floor. Breathing was
difficult, I heard the breath from my nose as a laboured wheeze. I refuse to die here. I attempted to
keep going, sliding my hand across the floor, my fingertips searching for the
cracks in the stone to pull myself onward.....
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Nightmare Through Memory Lane, Bookworld Volume III - Coming December 2013....
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