The Old Man and The Mountain

thu“Let me out, Minos!” Eva cried, her hands sore from banging on the wooden door. Each mp reverberated in the dark basement, echoing into no one’s ears but hers. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew better than to lose control. Crying was for the weak and the helpless, and she was neither.It had been perhaps five minutes since the door shut. There’s still time, she thought as she felt around for a lantern. She eventually found one lying near the door and quickly ignited it. She started plunging into the darkness, doing all she could to recall the layout of the basement, her nose barely noticing the damp smell. She took turn after turn while feeling doubts rising in her heart. What if she went the wrong way?Eva heard the sound of heavy steps above her head, the sound of people fighting and dying. She knew that she was putting herself in danger, but to her, nothing was as important as going back.She didn’t know how long she was underground, but soon she found herself in the wine cellar, a place she knew off the top of her head. Knowing that she came the right way, she confidently rushed ahead with even more speed until she found herself before two flights of stairs made of stone. She raced up the steps and saw light shining through the crack under the door. She swung it open and whipped her head left and right. No one was in sight. She placed the lantern down and hurried to her bedchamber. That was probably where he was.

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