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I finished the blog chalenge! :D____________________________________________

Somehow, the tunnel lead out to the outside, over the bank of the river. I carefully put the book into a water proof bag, and dived into the river. I swam down stream, following the current. I surfaced a good mile down stream, surprised at how fast I went. I glanced around to get my bearings, and realized that I was near the town of Grey Wolf. I went under again, and swam as fast as I would, hoping that I could get past the town without resurfacing. My lungs began to ache as I swam under the bridge. Only a little farther! My vision began to grow dim. I need air! NOW! I resurfaced, not caring where I was; I gulped in copious amounts of air. My vision cleared, and I could see that I was a little past the edge of town. I was not safe yet, so I kept swimming down stream. I then heard a weird sound: whizz plop. What was that?? I looked around, but could not see what made that sound. I heard a couple more, then noticed that arrows were being shot at me. uhg. Not now. This was not going to be a good day....

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I lifted the stone back into place, then I crept down the tunnel. I went straight at the fork to see where it went. I traveled for a long time in the darkness, until I stumbled over something. I felt around in my pockets to see if I happened to leave a glow stick in there. I found one at the very bottom of my pocket, then I cracked it. I put the glow stick close to where I stumbled to see what it was. I stifled a scream as I saw a half decayed body lying in the middle of the tunnel floor. I gagged, and turned away. I tried to put the person's horrible fate out of my mind as I continued up the tunnel.

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I stared down the length of the tunnel, wondering where it went. Should I follow it? Or should I go back out and try to take on the guards? Easy answer. I followed the tunnel. It soon branched off, to the left towards the records room, and then right. I took the left hand tunnel, and crawled along. It took a good long while, the tunnel slowly angling downwards. Where is this going? I kept following the tunnel, hoping that no body else knew the existence of it. It stopped suddenly, and I was left facing a wall. I pushed on it, but nothing happened. I then tried pushing up, and the ceiling moved. I put all my strength into it, and heaved the floor stone out of the ceiling. I stood up, and found I was in the middle of the records room. Nice! I hope no one heard the stone moving...If i'm in the middle of the records room, the guards at the door can't hear me. I stood up, and moved the stone back into place. I stalked down the row of bookshelves, looking at the titles. Where is it? It should be in here... Ah! There it is! I grabbed the book off the book shelf, all records of the government initiated murders, assassinations, and the location of where all the rebellion leaders lived. Really valuable information. I quickly tucked it into my pocket. Then I froze as a sword pricked the small of my back.
"Vell madame, vhat do ve haf here?" Came a rough, grating voice. He reached into my pocket, and took out the book. I tensed. "How did you get here?" He demanded as he took the book, and placed it on the book shelf. "Well," I replied in an even tone, "It was easy, all the guards outside the door are asleep, all i had to do was walk past them." "Vell," Said the guard behind me, "ve vill just haf to remedy that." he prodded me in he back with his sword. "Valk." "Okay, okay, don't have a cornea, I'm going!" I took one step forward, executed a neat, high back flip, grabbed the soldiers head while i was in the air, and landed behind him. I slammed his head into the floor stone, and he passed out cold. Whew. Glad I didn't panic. Now its time to go. I ran back to where the entrance to the tunnel was, and slipped inside, groaning softly as my knee registered a sharp pain.

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I got out of bed, and stifled a scream as I collapsed. Not now... Its too important an opportunity to miss because of my stupid disease. I waited a few minutes, rubbing my legs. I stood, but it hurt so much. Hopefully it would wear off before I had to do any running... I changed into black trousers and a black tunic. I wrapped a dark hood around my head to disguise my bright red hair, and rubbed grease on my face and arms. Hopefully the guard would not see me. I quietly opened the door, glad I had greased it a couple days before when I was scouting out the area. I looked up and down the hallway, and slipped out of my room. I groaned silently as I put weight on my right leg. I quickly stifled it, and hid behind a statue as I heard footsteps coming my way.
A guard passed by my hiding place on his rounds for the night. I closed my eyes so the lantern would not reflect in them, and listened to his footsteps. He paused. Oh no, I left my door cracked open! He slowly prodded my door open. I crept up silently on him as he stepped into my room. I unwrapped my belt and gagged him with it. I knocked him unconscious with his night stick. I then dragged him the rest of the way into my room. I gagged him with his own belt, and put my belt back on. Hopefully when he woke up, I would be long gone, but since I wasn't sure, I took the sheets off the bed, and sliced them both in half. I took the sheets, and tied him up with them. Hopefully my complicated knots would keep him a while.
I again went out of my room, but this time I darted up the hallway. Which way did Anwen say again? Left or right? I'll try right. I darted down the right hallway. Thankfully it was the right one, because I saw the records room door....with two guards in front of it...Now what? I don't want to die too get in the records room, but how can I get in? I leaned against the tapestry next to me, and stumbled, squealed. One of the guards unfortunately heard me, because he sent one of the guys over to me. There was no wall! I climbed into the tunnel, and pushed the wood that had been in place back in the wall, just as the guard came to see what had made the noise. I held my breath as he pulled back the tapestry, and he saw the blank wall. "It was probably a mouse, Tanner!" He yelled back at one of the other guards, under his breath, he muttered, "Or your imagination..." He left to go stand back on guard duty. I left my breath out, grateful that I had found a tunnel, and wondering where it led.

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I furtively checked around me to make sure no one was watching, then I darted into the alleyway. I followed the alley to a small, unremarkable bungalow. I quickly changed out of the disguise I had on into one of a high ranking slave in the king's palace. I asked the owner of the bungalow to help me get my hair just right, and she willingly obliged. I stepped out of the house, kept my head down, and made it look like I was on an errand for the palace. I picked up some groceries, then made my way to the palace. I quickly walked through the side gate, with my head down, and hurried to the kitchen to deposit my goods. I then went to a servants quarters that I knew would be empty, flopped on the bed, and fell asleep. I woke a few hours later, when it was dark. It was the middle of the night. Now would be a good time to sneak to the records room.

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I kept straining my eyes at the shape to see what it was, hoping that it was not an enemy, but fearing the worst. I also was looking around trying to find another way out, but other large shapes were also converging to my spot. I did a very heroic whimper. Then one on the dark shapes spoke, "Who are you?" It asked with a slight Scottish accent. "My name is Sarah O'Malley, and I am from Ireland, who are all of you?" "I," said the dark shape, which I could now see was the outline of a woman being supported by another, "Am Grace. That is just simply my name. People used to call me Grace o' the moor. But, since I am now in this dark dungeon, I go by just Grace. These people are people who Lord Maelstrom doesn't like, or are his enemies. Our stories are long and complicate. Can we hear your story first, dear?" She asked as she slowly sank to the ground beside me. The others also sat down. "well," I started out, "It's a long story who's beginning starts about two months ago..."

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The guards dragged me out of my cell, down a few flights of stone steps, into a small room with a pit in the middle. "Enjoy your stay." Said one of the guards sarcastically and they threw me in the pit. I screamed as I plunged down the hole. I landed (somehow) feet first onto the muck on the bottom of the hole. Which made me scream even louder as I grasped my ankle. it was either broken or sprained. First off, it was pitch black, so I couldn't see anything. Second off, I don't see how this is considered an interrogation room since it is a pit in the floor. Oh well, some people can have an imagination... i guess... I heard something moving around down here with me. I hope its just a rat. My eyes are adjusting to the gloom. I see a large shape slowly moving towards me. I backed away as quickly as I could, but there was no where to run. i was trapped.