“Please, please do sit down,” Drago said politely, ushering Adrian to bring two chairs.
Drago Caracas’ office was exceptional. The immaculate black tiles on the floor sparkled as a single golden crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The fine detail from the carpet leading up to the office was reflected in the blood-red wallpaper, with the swords and shields projecting danger into the room. Two magnificent sculptures lay either side of Drago’s broad glass desk, probably symbolising his beliefs and values, no matter how inhumane they were. A raging dragon was to the right whilst to the left, a menacing black lion watched on with a stone cold expression. More photos of Drago Caracas hung on the walls at irregular intervals, showing off various stages of his life.
My eyes widened in horror. Drago’s ambitions to change the world were sickening to the core. Whilst Drago Caracas wanted world peace, the manner in which he aimed at enforcing this was inhumane. Obsidian were content with shedding the blood of millions of innocent lives. A flame had ignited inside of me. A determined, explosive flame. A flame that would not be extinguished until my very last breath.“How about no to both?” I asked angrily.Drago laughed, his venomous laughter intoxicating his glorious office.“I had a feeling you would say that, Marco. I don’t know w
“Guys, we have three hours and twenty seven minutes left. We have to work with what we have and try at least. No point complaining. Zak, you said you were awake and blindfolded when they brought you here. What did you hear? What did you smell? Any hints at where we might be?”“I didn’t hear any sounds that proved we were outside. No sound of wind or the ocean. Meaning that we are still inside this mountain or whatever this place is. I’ve tried looking, but I can’t even find the door. Where on earth is the door?”I looked around the dim cell and the four walls looked exactly the same. No cracks. Just smooth, thick slabs of concrete.
My eyes widened in horror. Drago’s ambitions to change the world were sickening to the core. Whilst Drago Caracas wanted world peace, the manner in which he aimed at enforcing this was inhumane. Obsidian were content with shedding the blood of millions of innocent lives. A flame had ignited inside of me. A determined, explosive flame. A flame that would not be extinguished until my very last breath.“How about no to both?” I asked angrily.Drago laughed, his venomous laughter intoxicating his glorious office.
“Guys, we have three hours and twenty seven minutes left. We have to work with what we have and try at least. No point complaining. Zak, you said you were awake and blindfolded when they brought you here. What did you hear? What did you smell? Any hints at where we might be?”“I didn’t hear any sounds that proved we were outside. No sound of wind or the ocean. Meaning that we are still inside this mountain or whatever this place is. I’ve tried looking, but I can’t even find the door. Where on earth is the door?”I looked around the dim cell and the four walls looked exactly the same. No cracks. Just smooth, thi
02:30.We followed Señor Ramirez past the destroyed concrete and up a mini flight of stairs and out of the dungeon. We reached a half open door. I peered through the narrow gap between the door and its frame. I gasped.We were not far away from Obsidian’s headquarters and Drago’s office at all. In fact, we were directly below the President of Obsidian’s office.Which meant only one thing.We were locked up with three of the most dangerous creatures on the whole island.
I turned around. No signs of Señor Ramirez or the tiger or the bear. We needed the fire blaster to break down yet another wall in this old, candle-lit staircase. I checked my watch, rubbing the pouring sweat from my eyes as the sickening feeling of claustrophobia started to creep in.02:00.“I hope Señor Ramirez is on his way. We need him. Fast,” Zak said.“He’ll be here, I’m sure,” Rachel reassured.Tap. Tap. Tap.A growing crescendo of footsteps filled up the cavern, as the sound of the alarm was all of a sud
With our torches at full beam and the bright full moon watching our every move, vision was not an issue. But what really was an issue was the dying need to stop and take a break from all the sprinting up and down hills, jumping from one big rock to another and the excruciating soreness in my limbs and muscles.“When…will…we…get…there?” Zak breathed heavily, as our three predators showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.“Keep going, come on! We’re so close.” Señor Ramirez replied energetically, his years of experience in the army now coming into fruition.My heart and lungs were hammering against my chest uncontrollably now, as sweat poured down my face in the sticky, humid night.
I jogged crouched down towards the warehouse, my senses on sharp alert and clutching my sword and shield like my life depended on it. The spine-tingling thought was that it did. To my left, a column of black smoke was rising like a demon waking up from the jaws of hell. To my right, the relentless hailstones of arrows thrusting through the night sky whilst the ruthlessness of our predators acted as the perfect diversion for me to infiltrate the warehouse.I was about thirty feet away from the warehouse when a thought rushed to my mind. I realised that I had to act like I was meant to be here. I straightened my posture. Took a deep breath. I strode towards the solitary door confidently. I checked my watch. Five minutes left till the warriors returned to their position. I glanced l