Caspian and Luke slithered to the edge of the forest. In front of them lay the black tower, a huge spike in the sky symbolizing the evil and tyranny of the Usurper's reign and his right hand man, Lord Gelon. Not a single shape moved on the ramparts. Torches blazed at intervals, casting a small bit of light on the black as ebony stone. Caspian and Luke had slipped away from Forgotten Tower in the middle of the night, hoping to slip into the black tower and recover the medallion. They quickly gained the walls and circled them stealthily, trying to find a way in. They found none until they discovered a large corridor extending out of the wall, with a gray stone door on the end. Luke looked at Caspian puzzled. Caspian shrugged and opened the door. WHAM! Caspian's head nearly came off as a large hidden axe cleaved the air. Booby traps. Caspian drew his sword and entered as Luke followed warily. Caspian found a torch on the ground and lit it, revealing a startling array of small spikes on the ground. Inching along the wall, they escaped the spikes, but triggered a trap causing part of the ceiling to open and dump a pile of boulders on them. They raced away before they were crushed. Caspian breathed a sigh of relief.
"So far so gooooOOD!" Suddenly the floor beneath them swallowed them up. Caspian coughed as dust rose in the air.
"You okay Luke?"
"Ha. You were saying?" Luke's silhouette morphed out of the darkness next to Caspian. Caspian laughed. Just hearing Luke's voice was a remedy to his fears.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Death Tower's dungeons ye in."
"Wha..." Caspian whirled. "Who said that?"
"I did speak, did I. Yourself hold still." Their was a sound of a striking match. A lamp illuminated their surroundings, revealing an old man, who was crouching on all fours in the corner, holding the lamp. Two scabbards were strapped to his back, and in them two glittering curved blades.
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