“Holy crap, it’s him!”
“It looks like I didn’t kill him as well as I thought I did.”
“Don’t you know what this means?”
“Yeah. He can apparently outlive a pitchfork to the chest. Maybe he really is a wizard.”
“No, you big dummy. We went back in time to before he was able to get into power. And he’s locked up down here in the dungeons with us.”
“And not dead.”
“No, he’s dead. At least the one you killed is dead. This is him a year or so before we even met him.”
“So, what does that mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it means we can stop him from ever getting in power. Maybe it means that at some point he’ll realize we were found standing over his dead body looking an awful lot like we were the ones who did the killing. You can bet Uyther’s going to be pretty curious about how we went about killing a man who’s still rotting away in his dungeon.”
“And…well, actually I’m not sure what that means.”
A sound of clinking keys echoes down the hallway outside our cell and I look eagerly to see if our salvation is on its way. A shabbily dressed man enters my view and limps as he makes his way in our direction, stopping finally before our cell. Then he turns his back to us and speaks to the man in the opposite room.
“Alright, prophet-guy, the King got your message. He’s ready to speak to you now.”
A series of clinks and chunks sound through the room as the dungeon keeper opens the cell for The Wizard and leads him deeper into the dungeon out of our sight.
“Looks like he’s chosen to talk to The Wizard instead of us.”
“Yeah, that could be bad.”
“Don’t you remember what Geoffrey said about what caused Uthyr to finally believe The Wizard actually had power?”
“Yeah, he said there was an attack on the city.”
“What if we were the attack?”
“Yeah. How do you feel about breaking out now?”
“If you’re right, I’m guessing we—“
The sound of clinking echoes through the cavernous room once again, bringing Griff to immediate silence.
The sound nears until we finally see the same dungeon keeper we had seen only moments earlier.
“The King wants to see you two as well.”
He opens the gate and Griff runs at the man, tackling him to the ground. “Run, Chelle!” he yells at me.
I wasn’t quite ready for Griff to act so quickly, but after only a moment’s hesitation, I sprint, heading deeper into the dungeon.
“No, kid,” Griff yells after me. “We need to get out of here!”
I turn and see he is gesturing for me to run toward the exit. I bolt in the opposite direction and within seconds I’m at the staircase making my way to the top. Griff is right behind me, pushing me forward until we finally make it to the door.
As we exit into the courtyard, a series of horns blast through the air and the attention of every man in the area turns to us.
Griff puts his hands above his head. Realizing our Hail Mary plan has failed, I do the same.
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