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Thursday, 22 November 2007
09:41:34 AM (GMT)
"DONT!" screamed Princess Ennily, but it was too late. The rod struck an incredibly
dangerous blow to King Emmerson's ribcage, bashing him against the brick wall. His
stiff, steel armor protected his body, but he did get knocked out from the force of
the wall behind him.
         "Princess! Hurry!" shouted someone behind Ennily.
         "Father!" she screamed at the unconcious body of her dad. He groaned, only
subconciously knocked out. His brain still was thinking, mostly contacting his
daughter. Ennily, get out of here! I can find a way out! He said to her,
shooting a message from his brain to hers. Ennily wasn't used to being told what to
do under such a sercumstance, she wasn't exactly used to being a part of such a
sercumstance, but she dared not dissobay her father.
          "Princess! Move it!" shouted the same person as before. King Emmerson shot
out another message telling her to go with the person behind her. "COME ON!" the
person shouted again. GO!!! shouted her dad in his head.
         "Normaly, I dont listen to anyone but my dad, but I guess I can make an
exepion!" Ennily said as she squirmed down the trap door.
         Under the tile floor of the castle it was dark, muggy, slimy, humid, and all
around gross. The boy who helped her down lit a match and dropped it into a torch.
Within millisiconds it flashed into a blaze. The boy put a dirty finger to his lips,
signaling to her to be quiet. The boy then signaled her to follow. They crawled
untill they came to a drop, where the boy signalled Ennily to to take the torch. He
turned and dropped down the ledge, took the torch, and Ennily did the same thing.
Finaly, a blazing light was seen from the end of the tunnel, and they were out.
         "Now we can talk." the boy smiled. It was a sweet smile, but Ennily wouldn't
admit it, even to herself. "I'm
What is the boy's name? Who is the attacker?
What will happen next? Take a whack at it! Give a suggestion!
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