Read The Awakened: Book One Online

Authors: Jason Tesar

The Awakened: Book One (10 page)

He found the place where the guard had stood only a moment ago, a low archway at the end of the hall that opened into a wider and taller area with doorways on the left and right.  Another low archway was set into the wall on the opposite side, making this chamber a four-way junction.  Adair tried to remember from which direction he had been dragged, but couldn’t recall turning around any corners.  Then again, he had only just regained consciousness at this point.  He decided to go with his instinct and chose the archway across the chamber.  It was a hallway, exactly like the one he just left.  As he walked, it occurred to him that he must be somewhere inside the walled structure he saw on the ocean.

At the end of the hall was a set of stairs leading up.  He climbed carefully with one hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for someone to appear at any moment.  The stairs spiraled in a tight radius and after a few minutes, he began to wonder how far the steps would go.  With each passing second, his sense of direction was more and more confounded.  He thought this place to be a building inside the wall, but it was far too large.  With all of the stairs he had climbed, this building would have reached high into the air, clearly visible above the wall that surrounded this place.  When he was out on the ocean, just before turning into the
reef
, he was able to get a good look at the outer wall.  Despite its camouflaging properties, he estimated it to be only forty or fifty feet tall, and he was positive that he had already climbed much higher than that.

He trudged on for several more minutes before hearing a change in the sound of the stairwell.  His footsteps were starting to echo and he could tell that there was a larger area up above.  He moved cautiously up the spiraled stairs as the passage widened, ending at a doorway.  It was a low arch without a door just like all the others he had seen, but beyond the doorway was what interested him.

Though his view was limited, he could see what appeared to be a cavern, a hundred feet long with a low ceiling.  He could also make out row upon row of barrels and crates lining the left side.  A sharp clanking noise drew his attention to the right, but he had to move a few steps forward to get a better view.  There, in the soft orange glow of a furnace, were a handful of blacksmiths pounding red hot metal with hammers.  One of the men plunged the metal into a bucket and a hiss of steam rose above his head.  He tossed the metal into a box set on wheels and another man pushed the cart away.  Adair moved closer to the archway and scanned the cavern.  There were dozens of groups like the first one, all making what appeared to be weapons.

They’re building an arsenal!

Before he had a chance to dwell on the shocking discovery, his attention was drawn to something glittering on the far side of the cavern.  It took him a little while to realize that it was reflected moonlight on the ocean, seen through an enormous doorway on the other side of the cavern.  Just outside of the opening were several ships moored to a dock, but it was too dark to make out anything else.

Suddenly, the sound of voices came to him, much closer than the metalworkers.  They were just outside of the doorway to the right, and they were approaching.  Adair turned and fled down the stairs, struggling to keep from tripping as he skipped over several steps with each stride.  He reached the bottom of the long, winding staircase in just a few minutes and stopped, trying to calm his heartbeat and listen for signs of pursuit.  A moment later, the sound of unhurried footsteps drifted to him and it was apparent that the men were coming down the staircase.  He had only an instant to think of what to do before they would reach the bottom.  He glanced at the other doorways around him.  The one straight ahead would lead him back to the jail cells.  He wasn’t sure about the other two passages, but either one might be an escape route.

If I run, the men coming down the stairs will be alarmed by the disappearance of the guard.  If I stay and pose as the guard, they might pass by and not notice.
  But in order to maintain secrecy in a place such as this, all of the soldiers would probably know each other well enough to recognize a stranger.  They would never buy his impersonation.  The footsteps in the stairwell were getting louder and time was running out.  Adair chose the doorway across from him, running down the hall and turning the corner.

Along the left side of the hall were the barred cells where he hid the bodies of the soldiers.  He ducked into the first one and hid in the corner where the shadows would conceal him.  He hoped that the men wouldn’t even come down this passage.  Perhaps they would take one of the other doors.  But to his disappointment, he heard them coming.  Now all he could do was wait for the men to pass by and sneak out of this passage when they were gone. 
By the sound of the footsteps, there are four or five of them.  Much smarter to run and hide than fight.

A moment later Adair watched as four men passed by his cell without even a glance in his direction.  He waited until they got farther down the hallway and then he slipped quietly out of the cell, turning back toward the staircase.

“Get back to your post!” one of the men yelled to him from behind.

Adair raised a hand in acknowledgment without turning and continued around the corner.  He heard one of the men laugh and hoped that he wasn’t really alarmed.  As Adair neared the guard post, two more soldiers appeared from the bottom of the stairwell in the opposite hallway, apparently following the same route as the first four.  Adair immediately stopped in his tracks and stood at attention against the wall.  If the soldiers were suspicious, they didn’t let on.  Adair’s heart was racing as he prepared himself for conflict, which seemed only an arm’s reach away.

Then it happened.

A yell came from down the hallway where the first four soldiers had gone.

They found the bodies!

The second group of soldiers stopped walking and pulled their swords from their scabbards, looking at Adair with suspicion.

The first group came back around the corner.

Adair now had enemy soldiers in front and behind him, and two doorways for escape.

“Get him!” they yelled, pointing at Adair.

Adair sprang from his position and ran for the nearest door, entering a dark hallway with six men in pursuit.  The hallway went on in a straight line for a short time before any other passages became visible.  At the first sight of a doorway Adair risked a glance behind him to find that he had gained a considerable distance on his pursuers.  He passed by the first door and dodged through the second one on the left and kept running.  To his surprise, it was another hallway with a large doorway at the other end.  As he ran he noticed that there were more passages on either side of this hallway as well.  He quickly opted for one of the smaller doorways on the right, thinking that it would not be his first choice if he were chasing someone.  Each doorway led to another passage with more choices.  He kept running, trying to pick a random route to avoid being caught.  After a few minutes, he stopped and tried to listen over his own heartbeat.

Silence.  Have I lost them?

With at least a few calm minutes ahead of him, Adair considered his situation.  He knew there was no hope of escaping this place by way of the cavern at the top of the stairs; there were too many people.  He had to find another way. 
In a place like this, there has to be more than one!

Without the sounds of pursuit, he cautiously pressed on to locate another exit.  He moved from the dark room that had been his hiding place and began walking tentatively down the hall.  It was eerily silent and Adair drew his sword to be ready for any more surprises.

As time passed he found himself in a hall that appeared to be a main artery inside this maze of tunnels.  It was at least thirty feet wide and the ceiling sixty-five feet high.  Adair glanced down the length of the hall in both directions and noticed that it curved until it disappeared from sight.  This was just the sort of thing he was looking for.  If it was a main thoroughfare, it would likely lead to an exit.  The only problem was the increased probability of meeting more soldiers along the way.  But Adair decided to take his chances.  He turned to the right and kept to the outside of the curve, which allowed him the best view of what was ahead.

The minutes passed without any change in the scenery.  Adair had just begun to wonder if this hall would go on forever, when he noted a change in the air.  The passage seemed cooler and the torches on the wall flickered more than before.

Fresh air.
  He scanned the walls and ceiling for proof of what he hoped for.  Directly above him on the wall, only a few feet from the ceiling, was an opening.  It was hard to make out at first with all the shadows cast by the torches.  Adair’s heart sank when he became sure that this was where the air was coming from.  It was more than forty feet above him and there was no way to climb to it on these slick walls.  He would just have to find another way out.

He continued down the hall hearing nothing but his own footsteps.  A minute later he noticed another hole in the wall to his left.  It too was out of reach, but a little lower than the first.  It was still too far above the ground to climb to, but there was a pattern developing, and Adair liked the look of it.  He sheathed his sword, jogging down the passage a little quicker than before and found another opening in the wall just where he expected it to be.  This one was only thirty feet off the ground.

Anticipation propelled him forward at a run, down the curving passage, watching one after another of these holes in the wall spiral closer and closer to his reach.  Suddenly his excitement came to a halt.  The hallway ended at an arched doorway like so many others he had seen in this labyrinth.  He walked a short way into the smaller passage but there was no hole where he expected it to be.  He backed up to the last opening he passed and found that it was about ten feet off the ground, maybe more.  Adair couldn’t remember any time in his life when he needed to be able to jump this high and seriously doubted that he could.

He backed away from the opening and tried to get a better look at it.  It appeared to be just a ventilation hole drilled into the side of the wall and seemed large enough for a man to fit through, but there was no telling where it led.  As Adair tried to figure out how he was going to get up to the hole, a faint sound came to his ears.  He turned his head to listen and could barely make out footsteps.  He glanced left and right, but he couldn’t see anything in the hall.  The way sound bounced off the walls in this passage made it difficult to tell from which direction the footsteps were coming.

He tried not to panic.

He looked to the opening and took a few steps back, trying to find the best position for the difficult jump.  When it felt right, he lunged into motion, jumping as high as he could.  When he reached the wall, his fingers slapped against the stone several inches below the hole.  The rest of his body crashed into the wall before he slid down to the floor.

The hilt of the sword around his waist clanged loudly on the stone floor and he winced at the sharp noise.

The approaching footsteps were getting louder and now he could hear voices as well.

He didn’t have much time and needed to make a decision.  He could either keep the sword—his only means of protection—and fight his way out, or he would have to get rid of it in order to reach the opening, which might not even be an escape.  If he decided to fight, he might do well for a while, but he knew there was no way one man could survive against many trained soldiers.

His fingers quickly went to his belt and began to unfasten it.  He took off the sword and scabbard and threw them to his right, as far down the hallway as he could.  The belt landed on the stone floor with a clang and skidded to a stop.  The sound of approaching footsteps quickened to a running pace and Adair judged the group to be five or more people.  Hopefully the belt would lead them away, unless they were coming from that direction, in which case it would only serve to give away the fact that he was in the general vicinity.

Again Adair took a running start and jumped.  This time his fingertips grasped the ledge of the opening and hung for a second, but he lost his grip and slid down the wall.

He backed up again and could see the lengthened shadows of running men along the wall, cast by the torches they were carrying. 
This is my last chance!
  He only had enough time for one more jump and then the soldiers would have him.  He sprinted forward stepping into a crouch and sprang off of his left leg, extending it as far as possible while reaching up the wall with his right hand.  The ledge came into reach and he grabbed as hard as he could.  His fingertips tried to dig into the stone but his grip was fragile.  Adair quickly swung his left hand up to the ledge and was able to get a solid grip with both hands and pulled his upper body over the ledge and into the opening.  The round hole was just wide enough for his shoulders to pass through.  He could see that it continued straight for about twenty feet where a soft light spilled in.  Adair didn’t know what was on the other side, but at this point, he didn’t care.  The cramped space wouldn’t allow for him to swing a leg up so he reached further into the hole to find another grip.  There was nothing but smooth stone.  Adair tried desperately to pull his lower body into the passage but his sweating palms couldn’t find traction.

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