I was lying down, my head was buried on the ground and my heart thumping loudly in my ears. The arrows weren't going to turn off it seemed as I peeked ahead. I saw after a distance away, it was safe. Or maybe, a new trap.
I didn't look for the torch that laid around my legs. Even if I went for it, I would end up getting one or two arrows on my back.
I had no choice as I started to crawl like a snake, dragging myself with my arms and legs while my belly was still touching the ground. Slowly I crossed the cave's path where the arrows were coming. Now that I went past it, the arrows finally stopped.
Just how many arrows they had prepared?!
To even think of setting up that many arrows for the intruders who were to come by, they much have prepared a castle full of weapons.
But then my eyes fell on the broken arrow heads. They didn't look that old. They were sharp and glinting. Did they use some sort of metals that would never get rusted?