Lyra
Padum.
Padum.
Padum.
The rhythm was being created by the ferocious beating of my heart against my chest. This also happened to be strangely soothing my nerves. I emerged from the stairs leading to the dungeon, eyes scanning for any foes lurking in the hallway. My wariness was uncalled for considering I had tackled the witch who's sole purpose had been to torture me but my insides still churned with fear, fear of failing my people, fear of failing my father and most of all fear that Caleb was already dead.
No, he was alive, he had to be.
I halted in my tracks, my perked ears catching waves of approaching footsteps. Instinctively, I crouched before spotting a perfect hiding place on the side of the wall. My petite figure blended wonderfully with the tiny space.
