Summary:

I awake in a dungeon. One with slime-covered walls, shattered windows, and heads, hundreds of heads. They are all aligned on sticks, pointing towards where I am sitting. I try to stand. A searing pain spreads through my right limb. I look down at my blood covered leg. Every time I move, I felt as though it is on fire. I try to move forward but I’m being held to the wall behind me by a chain.
A bright object catches my eye. There is a sword on the floor. I recognize it as the sword that was driven into my leg. The sword has a golden handle that gleams in the dim light of the dungeon. It has diamonds and rubies embedded in the handle. If I could just reach it, I might be able to cut the chain and then make my escape.

My hand is an inch away from the sword when an arrow pierces my arm. I scream.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The color drains from my face as I look into the cruel, red eyes of my captor, suddenly aware that out of all my near death experiences, this one will be no were near. I am going to die.