two pages scanned out of stanley, because he wanted to share
WARNING: Tracey swears. Consider it PG-13.
EDIT: Thought I'd add in the story I wrote for vocab a month or so ago.
Silvia creeped surreptitiously along the dungeon wall. She knew she didn't really have to worry about getting caught--Jocelyn was causing a distraction of some sort by the north tower to deflect attention from her--but she was cautious anyway. Some guards may have stayed at their posts.
She'd listened raptly as Joss had given her the directions to dungeon sixteen, but she was beginning to doubt her memory as she made her way past stairwells and hallways and trapdoors he hadn't mentioned. Left at the stained-glass window, she thought. Not until the stained-glass window.
She stopped suddenly as a hulking figure pushed himself up and out of a trapdoor in the floor. He must have heard her gasp, because he turned to her and said, "Who's there?" The deep, reverberating voice did nothing to help her nerves. Guards lack dexterity, she assured herself. If they had brains at all they'd be doing another job. But she knew she wouldn't be able to manipulate him into thinking she was on his side if he saw her, so she edged further into the shadows.
It didn't take long for the guard to decide he'd been imagining things. As soon as she couldn't hear his heavy footsteps anymore, she let ou a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.
A few yards down the corridor, she caught her fractured reflection in colored glass. All she saw was a flash of dark hair, pale skin, and haunted eyes before she deliberately turned left. It wasn't the time to worry about her appearance or study the scene in the window.
She felt around the inside of her pocket for the pin, hoping it hadn't slipped out. It hadn't. Her digits closed around it as se searched for dungeon sixteen. She was lucky her eyes had adjusted to the darkness--the numbers carved crudely into the trapdoors were hard to make out.
Sixteen.
She crouched and stuck the pin in the lock. A bit of fiddling later and it was off. She took a deep breath, then lifted the trapdoor and climbed down it.
There, in the broken moonlight streaming in from a barred window, was her brother, wrists in manacles. "Seth?" she whispered, hadly believing it cold be him. His head rose. Their eyes met. And a slow, shaky smile spread from the corners of his mouth outwards.
"Silvia."