My heart was thudding in my chest like a trapped animal trying to escape as heavy footsteps echoed down the damp corridor, coming closer. We all knew what that meant. A guard wearing a thick grey coat and hood made of wolf fur that completely covered his thickly bearded face stopped beside my cell. I heard the sighs of relief from the prisoners closest. The man grunted two words, two words that sent shivers shooting throughout my body and sent me stumbling away from the door. "It's time."

He stepped into the cell, cracked leather boots carrying him forwards, locking the door behind him. I stood meekly as he shackled my already bound hands and feet together and allowed myself to be led away. I could feel the burning stares of several dozen prisoners as we passed by them. We had all seen this enough times to know what was happening. The passages beyond the holding cells stretched and bent and joined, forming a maze from which you could never escape. In the middle was the only way out. I wasn't going there. As I walked, I thought back to before I was here, when I was free. I had been full of fire and spirit, back- chatting the guards and always arguing. I smiled slightly at the memory of my former self. She had died many months ago when Buzli had been taken. Now I was merely a shell of my own personality. I snapped out of my thoughts as the guard and I approached a large doorway glowing with a bright light, not the sun, only darkness existed here.

This spacious room was the Arena. Countless people had died on its sandy floor and today I would join them. A narrow walkway wrapped around the Arena's edges, leading to a platform on which a basic wooden cage stood. Within the Arena, Beast-Carers rushed to and fro, prepping an imposing steel cage for what was to come. A luxurious balcony oversaw the entire room. Seated on a gold and black throne-like chair was Lord Forsworn, his black hair slicked backwards and, as usual, white markings curled and swirled across his face, nicely highlighting his olive-green eyes. He was wearing flowing maroon and black robes and his fingers were adorned in golden jewellery. I was taken to the wooden cage and was shoved in by a skinny, practically bald man who took off my restraints and shut me in. The Beast-Carers were finished preparing and withdrew from the arena floor, pulling the cage door open as they left.

A golden, lion-like beast leaped out of the cage, three leathery tails whipping wildly. A serpent head housed two pairs of amber eyes. It roared, throwing back its head. I trembled slightly. "Drop the prisoner." came the commanding voice of Forsworn, mouth curved to form a smirk. The wooden cage was lowered, accompanied by a loud creaking, swaying precariously. The cage hit the ground with a dull thud, alerting the beast to my location. A flimsy wooden fence formed a circle around the cage, temporarily protecting me. The cage door swung open and I quickly walked out as the rickety box started to rise. I turned my head upwards, not wanting to look at my impending doom. Forsworn laughed, a sick sound of sadistic pleasure, and said two words, two words that made my skin crawl.
"Goodbye sister."

We had to write a short story in English today. The topic I chose was 'An Adventure'. (This is heavily edited)

We had to have a twist at the end :-) Thanks for reading!

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