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The screams pierced my skull, penetrating my brain as I stood helplessly and watched in horror. The chains strapped accross her chest had cit deep, drawind bright red blood to the surface, reminding me once again that despite all her authority, she was still mortal. Tears dripped down my face as I watched her body racked with pain, the tourturer's shadowy figure standing beside her. She looked nothing now like what I had always known of her. Her strength seemed to have seeped out of her, and her head hung lamely, her dark hair matted with her own blood, the sweat and tears staining her once perfect and pale skin to a dirty grey. Her body shook as the current was once again passed through her, and her screams filled my mind, as she fought as hard as she could to get free of the chains restraining her, but she was weak, and there was no hope that she could brake free. My tears spilled freely and the gaurd nearby slapped me, leaving streaks of blood where the spikes of his gaunlets had pierced my skin.
I clenched my fists, letting her screams fill my head, turning the despair to rage. My sight left me and blackness obscured my vision, the intensity of my hate was that strong.
I brought my arms forward,jerking the chains into tension, and the rusty links gave to my rage-fueled strength. I broke away from the wall to which I was chained, running blindly towards Morgana and her screams. My vision returned and I saw her body hanging limply, unable to lie, for the chains around her wrists, but she was unconsious.
The gaurds had reacted slowly and were only now coming for me. I picked up a spear from the stone floor of the chamber and drove it into the torturer's black heart with relish. Then I rounded on the guards who were closing in on me. They would put up more of a fight. The dead body was slumped by my side, my aim had been correct and killed him instantly. But the guards had swords. I picked up an old sabre from a pile of weapons which were within my grasp and stood ready to fight.
I danced nimbly out of the way of their blades and took two out with a stab of the spear, they fell to the floor, not yet dead, but unable to fight. The other three surrounded me from the front and either side. I blocked a swing with the shaft of the spear, which broke under the presure. I held onto the wooden handle and used it to block another blow from the guard in front of me, as I took a swipe at the one to my right with the sabre.
He dodged and I ducked under the first guard's sword, stabbing him in his unprotected stomach. The guards never wore armour, thinking it was impossible for the prisoners to break loose. Well it had neveer been done before.
As that guard fell, I took the opportunity to stab the one in front as he looked, shocked to his fallen comrad. He took a swipe at my legs as he fell, and I jumped to avoid him, turing to the one remaining guard and parrying a blow which would have crushed my skull. I took a swing at his neck, but he parryed quickly, and I stumbled, trying to avoid an attack from a guard on the ground. I spun tround him to avoid another attack, and picked up a shield from the pile to stop him crushing my head.
I stabbed his stomach and it hit, he fell to his knees and I steeped back quickly to avoid his last attempts, before severing his head.
With all five dead, I rushed to Morgana and untied her chains with a key I salvaged from the guard.
Carrying her in my arms, I ran, away from the noise of the stumbling guards who had come to find out what had happened when they heard the noise of the fight.
I ran with her through the underground tunnels, turning endless corners, fleeing from the scene of my crime. And at last, I stopped, my breath ragged, Morgana still unconcious in my arms, I sat on the cold stone floor and cradled her in my arms, we were far enough away not to be caught by the guards, at least for a while. I rested, Morgana in my arms, my head leaning back against the wall of the tunnel, my eyes closed and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

I awoke from a nightmare into hell. Or something close to it. I sat, the cold, damp floor making me shiver, as I slowly recalled the events that had passed. Morgana's body still lay in my arms. I watched her as she shifted slightly. She seemed to be sleeping, and I stroked back her matted hair with tears in my eyes.
And as I thought, and remembered the torture, I heard a distant shout. A guard, and coming closer.
Slowly, I stood up, carefully, holding morgana in my arms, trying not to wake her. I walked hesitantly down the tunnel, away from the distant yelling of the guards searching for us.
The tunnels were a labyrinth of darkness, walls of ancient stone forming an eerie atmosphere of doom and death. And the dungeons they led to were used to torture, interrigate and execute any who didn't follow the contradicting laws of the king.