• Hiro took a look around, making sure she was alone.
    A cold breeze rushed from the door as Hiro opened it. Inside all was as dark as an underground tunnel. Hiro descended into the dungeon alone, afraid she may be but she chose not to show it. Armed with only her rusty cutlass and a small bottle of liquid. Hiro shut the door behind her and lit her torch. The flame lit up only feet in front of her but it was enough to make sure not to trip and shatter the bottle.
    A noise came from down the tunnel, Hiro grasped her cutlass with might ready to pull it out at any second. The noise came closer, a black mass only a few inches high was barely visible through the dim light of the torch. Hiro's halo twinkled in the darkness. Fear ran through her body, she blew out the torch. It was like a blackout.
    Hiro couldnt see a thing, that worried her. She felt for a wall and sat against it still holding her cutlass. Hiro thought of what she was trying to do, what she was trying to accomplish. Only the book, the history book. The book everyone says doesnt exist. The thought angered her, how no one believes that Imitsu saved the land. How Imitsu hadnt disappeared, and no one noticed. It only bothered her for one reason. Imitsu was family
    The noise came about again, quieter this time. Hiro relit the torch and peeked into the tunnel. Nothing was there, she walked about the twisted halls aware of her surroundings.
    The cold air of the tunnel sent chills down Hiro's spine, she held the torch closer to her body for heat. She heard the noise once again and felt something slither over her foot. Hiro jumped at the feeling, assuming it was a snake Hiro looked at the floor, A green and red snakelike creature circled her feet. The snakes firey red tongue flicked in and out of its mouth.
    Hiro picked the creature up and it began to lick her arm. She giggled at the snake, pondering the thought of a name she put it down and it began to follow her down the dark tunnel awaiting the outcome.