She was quite a few steps inside the tunnel when she heard the clinking, clanking and rumbling sounds of the portcullis gate behind her, and ran back as quickly as she could.
The portcullis was fully down by the time she reached it, and through the flickering torchlight beyond the metal bars she could see Ynayna and Skaglad on the other side, standing, laughing.
“You always were so predictable,” scoffed Ynayna, “and like that pet of mine you used to be, you always followed the trail of crumbs… only this time you haven’t found your food bowl, have you, but the place where you will spend the rest of your life; I hope you’ll like it in K’lamsi and the labyrinth beyond, you will not escape here!”
Skaglad, almost three times larger than Pickanickl, forcefully rattled the gate to prove it wouldn’t move, and joined Ynayna in laughing at their prisoner once again. “You’re deep underground now, girl, and there’s no escape from here.”
Pickanickl allowed Skaglad’s words to wash over her, just as she did his and Ynayna’s mocking; she turned away from them without saying a thing, and walked back, deeper into the tunnel – she had a strong feeling she was on the right track, regardless of what her captors said, and continued on her quest to find Caldane.
Pickanickl’s Quest is now part of Six Sentence Stories. This week’s prompt word is ‘Labyrinth’.
The previous part is here. More soon…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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