Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

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"So easy to fool, amazing." ### He said, shaking his head as they disappeared. Chuckling to himself, he then commanded the spell cloaking his body to cease, and became visible once again. Kar started to focus on the ground below him using his floating staff to cause it to part. After a few seconds, the ground opened into a small portal. Crackling with energy, the portal grew larger to reveal a stairway leading down. Carrying Merryn, into the darkness he plodded down it. "Ah, it's good to be back home. Those grasslands were making me sneeze!" The portal above closed as he descended. As he went down the long stairway each torch near him sparked to life as he passed. Large scorpo-rats in his workshop, where skittering about with daily tasks.…show more content…
Large black eyes glinted in the candlelight. One came up to him as he stepped off the last stair holding a platter of food and ale in its paws. He ignored it and continued down a long hallway, passing several doors on either side. The dutiful scorpo-rat followed behind him. He flicked his fingers at a large metal door. It glowed for before it opened. Inside was a lavish bedroom, In the middle of the room was a plush bed. He gently put Merryn down onto it. Turning around, he flicked his fingers at the fireplace. The logs burst into flames lighting the room. Patting the rat on the head a couple of times. "Set that on the table Rush." The scorpo-rat set the platter on a table next to the bed. He bent down and took Merryn's daggers and removed her pouches. Kar and the creature left the room. He closed and locked the door. They walked back up towards his dungeon…show more content…
Looking behind her on the bed stand, the plate of food had become cold. She ignored it, not trusting it even though she was hungry again. In a moment she knelt near the fireplace and peaked up into the chimney. It's too narrow. So that option is out ... She padded over to the closet inspecting it was empty except for a few robes and boots. She ran her hands over the walls for any trace of hidden doors or switches. Nothing. My daggers, gone ... How did he find my picks? She growled, then paced the area before the bed. This whole day was becoming a Gordian knot, she wanted to scream, cry, anything but not have to deal with this. She stopped next to the door and slammed a fist on the wall. This echoed down the hallway. She had to be mindful of letting it take over again. She slid down in the corner by the window her stomach heaved and twisted into a knot. Olentan it! "You will wish to the gods you hadn't locked me in here!" A tang of guilt came from thinking her preferred gods name in vain and she sat back down, her head tilted back. She stared at the ceiling. *** Kar lifted his head from the scroll. Chuckling, "Someone's awake, and a bit testy!" Kar he held out his hand, and as the staff floated over to him he grabbed
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