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The five companions could hardly see, as they crouched in the shadows of Castle Krill. Touchfire the Wizard held the fire-torch above their heads as everyone made an attempt to read the precious documents. If they got back home safely, they would be considered as heroes. They suddenly jumped as they heard footsteps go past. Littlejohn tiptoed towards the door to check that whoever it was had gone. “Are we ready to go now?” Darkart whispered to Littlejohn. Littlejohn carefully peered out of the door. “I think so, but I think we need some food…” he replied. All five of them carefully walked towards the entrance to what seemed to be an empty room, Doughty and Athor carefully carrying the heavy chest of documents behind them. The five of them carefully crept across the cold stone floors. Athor was near invisible but was the only one to see the armed guard spread across the doorway. “Wait!” he whispered urgently. “Someone deal with him, we mustn’t let him catch sight of the chest.” Doughty and Athor slowly walked backwards, while the others stood still as stone. The guard still hadn’t seen them. Touchfire quickly glanced at the others and they nodded at him. Touchfire closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could. With one swish he turned invisible. He walked towards the guard, and with a wave of his arm he turned him into stone. Touchfire appeared again in a flame. “Hurry, it won’t last forever!” They ran towards the exit. They were suddenly in a brighter part of the castle, but they still couldn’t see much. “We need to work out a way out of here!” Doughty crouched near the heavy chest, tired from the carrying. “The sooner the better.” They looked around, puzzled. There was corridor after corridor, door after door. The open windows in the castle sent an icy breeze winding down the corridors. Darkart strode on, her robes flapping in the cold. The others wearily followed her. The least they wanted to do was find the guards cellar, and knowing Darkart, she’d probably lead them right to it. “Darkart, I think we should go this way…” Started Touchfire but there was no stopping her. They walked helplessly behind Darkart, walking on through the never-ending corridors, until at last they came to a sharp turn. Darkart smiled proudly, as she looked on at the door ahead of them. “Well, come on then!” The rest sighed, but had no choice but to follow her. The five of them cautiously tiptoed through the door…and stopped dead in their tracks. There was another guard, and this one had a very large spear in his hand. He looked at the group, then turned and looked at the chest resting on Doughty and Athor’s shoulder.
Approximate Word count = 1813
Approximate Pages = 7.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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