Issue #4-Chapter 7, Part 1

But before I started searching for those spices, I immediately searched for the matches and the candle to light up the dark room. My eyes searched everywhere while the lycans banged on the door and window.

I finally found them sitting at the corner of the wooden table, despite the lycans' shadows trying to darken the room a bit. Ignoring the loud banging on the door, I dashed towards those items and quickly lightened the room, turning my fearful head back and forth.

I saw nothing but a lot of books and papers stacked all over the tables. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere, and the cauldron was rusty near the fireplace. There was no second floor on this house. It was such a messy room indeed.

The fresh air entered my nose and the only thing I heard was the lycans' roar and the banging on the window and the door. The moment I looked back, I gasped when I saw the door was nearly bent backwards a bit and several wooden pieces were lying on the floor. I didn't even bother caring about the window, because it was strong enough to withstand such a blow.

I turned back around and swallowed my saliva with my serious face, as I now began to search for the spices. I searched everywhere in the room as fast as I could, yet I found no spices in the room so far.

Hearing the door kept banging more often than ever before, my mind kept hounding me to keep searching for them. But I still failed to find them, no matter how many times I tried.

With the big bang echoing through the room, I quickly turned my head to its direction and quietly gasped with my twitchy eyes and opened my mouth. There was a big hole in the middle of the door and the door was three quarters bent. And some of the moonlight emitted through it. It was about to break open at any time, which made me swallow my spit.

Okay, Mara. Screw those spices. We need to get the hell out of here.

I quickly studied my surroundings and found nothing so far. I wondered how I was supposed to get out of here.

When the lycans continued to bang on the door, I continued my search for the exit until my eyes spotted a rectangular shaped door on the wall.

Thinking I finally found an exit, I dashed towards it and tried to move the big box out of the way. Feeling too heavy for me to move, I pushed it out of the way and was able to touch the door, rubbing all over it with a smile for a little while.

I looked back and saw the door was getting ready to burst open in less than thirty seconds. I returned to the secret door and gave it a nod with a glare, before I opened it and exited out of this damn house in general.

After entering the secret door, I closed it behind me and scanned my eyes around the environment. I saw nothing but the stony halls and wondered where the passage would take me.

Silence echoed around me and the fresh air spreaded around. I shivered a bit and swallowed my spit, taking a deep breath.

When the sound of the door finally burst open, I quietly gasped and turned to the door with a pant with my mouth open. The lycan's growls echoed through the secret passage.

I reminded myself to get going and I dashed straight ahead when the lycans sniffed the air. Their immediate growls resurfaced the area, but I ignored it and kept going. I couldn't afford to be distracted whatsoever.

But the thought of them killing me to take me to the witch had just made my heart pound on my chest harder and faster from fear. Sweat was spreading all over my body.

Nothing terrified me more than the lycans banging on the door. I didn't want to look back now and kept going, yet I wondered when it reached the end of the passage.

As soon as I turned left, I saw another door which made me sighed out of relief for a while, grinning at it. Then the door burst open and the lycans growled and roared even more than ever before.

I pushed myself to head for the door quickly and I heard footsteps chased after me, despite being a bit far away from me. Frowning at the door, I hurried to it and opened it just in time.

Once I shut the door behind me, I scanned my surroundings, only to find myself in a cellar room. It was full of nothing but barrels everywhere.

The room was quiet and the smell of alcohol was everywhere. I believed I might be in the cellar, and I desperately needed to get to that fountain.